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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/12039-0.txt b/12039-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2c86580 --- /dev/null +++ b/12039-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,4659 @@ +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12039 *** + +THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY. + + * * * * * + +Persons Represented in the Play. + +Count Clodio, _Governour and a dishonourable pursuer of_ Zenocia. +Manuel du Sosa, _Governour of_ Lisbon, _and Brother to_ Guiomar. +Arnoldo, _A Gentleman contracted to_ Zenocia. +Rutilio, _A merry Gentleman Brother to_ Arnoldo. +Charino, _Father to_ Zenocia. +Duarte, _Son to_ Guiomar, _a Gentleman well qualified but vain glorious_. +Alonzo, _a young_ Portugal _Gentleman, enemy to_ Duarte. +Leopold, _a Sea Captain Enamour'd on_ Hippolyta. +Zabulon, _a_ Jew, _servant to_ Hippolyta. +Jaques, _servant to_ Sulpitia. +Doctor. +Chirurgion. +Officers. +Guard. +Page. +Bravo. +Knaves, _of the Male Stewes_. +Servants. + +_WOMEN._ + +Zenocia, _Mistress to_ Arnoldo, _and a chaste Wife_. +Guiomar, _a vertuous Lady, Mother to_ Duarte. +Hippolyta, _a rich Lady, wantonly in Love with_ Arnoldo. +Sulpitia, _a Bawd, Mistress of the Male Stewes_. + + * * * * * + +_The Scene sometimes_ Lisbon, _sometimes_ Italy. + + * * * * * + +The principal Actors were +_Joseph Taylor_. _Robert Benfeild_. +_John Lowin_. _William Eglestone_. +_Nicholas Toolie_. _Richard Sharpe_. +_John Underwood_. _Thomas Holcomb_. + + * * * * * + + + + +_Actus primus. Scena prima_. + + +_Enter_ Rutilio, _and_ Arnold[o]. + +_Rut._ Why do you grieve thus still? + +_Arn._ 'Twould melt a Marble, +And tame a Savage man, to feel my fortune. + +_Rut._ What fortune? I have liv'd this thirty years, +And run through all these follies you call fortunes, +Yet never fixt on any good and constant, +But what I made myself: why should I grieve then +At that I may mould any way? + +_Arn._ You are wide still. + +_Rut._ You love a Gentlewoman, a young handsom woman, +I have lov'd a thosand, not so few. + +_Arn._ You are dispos'd. + +_Rut._ You hope to Marry her; 'tis a lawful calling +And prettily esteem'd of, but take heed then, +Take heed dear Brother of a stranger fortune +Than e're you felt yet; fortune my foe is a friend to it. + +_Arn._ 'Tis true I love, dearly, and truly love, +A noble, vertuous, and most beauteous Maid, +And am belov'd again. + +_Rut._ That's too much o' Conscience, +To love all these would run me out o' my wits. + +_Arn._ Prethee give ear, I am to Marry her. + +_Rut._ Dispatch it then, and I'le go call the Piper. + +_Arn._ But O the wicked Custom of this Country, +The barbarous, most inhumane, damned Custom. + +_Rut_. 'Tis true, to marry is a Custom +I' the world; for look you Brother, +Wou'd any man stand plucking for the Ace of Harts, +With one pack of Cards all dayes on's life? + +_Arn._ You do not +Or else you purpose not to understand me. + +_Rut._ Proceed, I will give ear. + +_Arn._ They have a Custom +In this most beastly Country, out upon't. + +_Rut._ Let's hear it first. + +_Arn._ That when a Maid is contracted +And ready for the tye o'th' Church, the Governour, +He that commands in chief, must have her Maiden-head, +Or Ransom it for mony at his pleasure. + +_Rut._ How might a man atchieve that place? a rare Custom! +An admirable rare Custom: and none excepted? + +_Arn._ None, none. + +_Rut._ The rarer still: how could I lay about me, +In this rare Office? are they born to it, or chosen? + +_Arn._ Both equal damnable. + +_Rut._ Me thinks both excellent, +Would I were the next heir. + +_Arn._ To this mad fortune +Am I now come, my Marriage is proclaim'd, +And nothing can redeem me from this mischief. + +_Rut._ She's very young. + +_Arn._ Yes. + +_Rut._ And fair I dare proclaim her, +Else mine eyes fail. + +_Arn._ Fair as the bud unblasted. + +_Rut._ I cannot blame him then, if 'twere mine own case, +I would not go an Ace less. + +_Arn._ Fye _Rutilio_, +Why do you make your brothers misery +Your sport and game? + +_Rut._ There is no pastime like it. + +_Arn._ I look'd for your advice, your timely Counsel, +How to avoid this blow, not to be mockt at, +And my afflictions jeer'd. + +_Rut._ I tell thee _Arnoldo_, +An thou wert my Father, as thou art but my Brother, +My younger Brother too, I must be merry. +And where there is a wench yet can, a young wench, +A handsome wench, and sooner a good turn too, +An I were to be hang'd, thus must I handle it. +But you shall see Sir, I can change this habit +To do you any service; advise what you please, +And see with what Devotion I'le attend it? +But yet me thinks, I am taken with this Custom, + +[_Enter_ Charino _and_ Zenocia. + +And could pretend to th' place. + +_Arn._ Draw off a little; +Here comes my Mistress and her Father. + +_Rut._ A dainty wench! +Wou'd I might farm his Custom. + +_Char._ My dear Daughter, +Now to bethink your self of new advice +Will be too late, later this timeless sorrow, +No price, nor prayers, can infringe the fate +Your beauty hath cast on yo[u], my best _Zenocia_, +Be rul'd by me, a Fathers care directs ye, +Look on the Count, look chearfully and sweetly; +What though he have the power to possess ye, +To pluck your Maiden honour, and then slight ye +By Custom unresistible to enjoy you; +Yet my sweet Child, so much your youth and goodness, +The beauty of your soul, and Saint-like Modesty, +Have won upon his mild mind, so much charm'd him, +That all power laid aside, what Law allows him, +Or sudden fires, kindled from those bright eyes, +He sues to be your servant, fairly, nobly +For ever to be tyed your faithful Husband: +Consider my best child. + +_Zeno._ I have considered. + +_Char._ The blessedness that this breeds too, consider +Besides your Fathers Honour, your own peace, +The banishment for ever of this Custom, +This base and barbarous use, for after once +He has found the happiness of holy Marriage, +And what it is to grow up with one Beauty, +How he will scorn and kick at such an heritage +Left him by lust and lewd progenitors. +All Virgins too, shall bless your name, shall Saint it, +And like so many Pilgrims go to your shrine, +When time has turn'd your beauty into ashes, +Fill'd with your pious memory. + +_Zeno._ Good Father +Hide not that bitter Pill I loath to swallow +In such sweet words. + +_Char._ The Count's a handsome Gentleman, +And having him, y'are certain of a fortune, +A high and noble fortune to attend you: +Where if you fling your Love upon this stranger +This young _Arnoldo_, not knowing from what place +Or honourable strain of blood he is sprung, you venture +All your own sweets, and my long cares to nothing, +Nor are you certain of his faith; why may not that +Wander as he does, every where? + +_Zen._ No more Sir; +I must not hear, I dare not hear him wrong'd thus, +Vertue is never wounded, but I suffer. +'Tis an ill Office in your age, a poor one, +To judge thus weakly: and believe your self too, +A weaker, to betray your innocent Daughter, +To his intemp'rate, rude, and wild embraces, +She hates as Heaven hates falshood. + +_Rut._ A good wench, +She sticks close to you Sir. + +_Zeno._ His faith uncertain? +The nobleness his vertue springs from, doubted? +D'ye doubt it is day now? or when your body's perfect, +Your stomach's well dispos'd, your pulse's temperate, +D'ye doubt you are in health? I tell you Father, +One hour of this mans goodness, this mans Nobleness +Put in the Scale, against the Counts whole being, +Forgive his lusts too, which are half his life, +He could no more endure to hold weight with him; +_Arnoldo's_ very looks, are fair examples; +His common and indifferent actions, +Rules and strong ties of vertue: he has my first love, +To him in sacred vow I have given this body, +In him my mind inhabits. + +_Rut._ Good wench still. + +_Zeno._ And till he fling me off, as undeserving, +Which I confess I am, of such a blessing, +But would be loth to find it so-- + +_Arn._ O never; +Never my happy Mistress, never, never, +When your poor servant lives but in your favour, +One foot i'th' grave the other shall not linger. +What sacrifice of thanks, what age of service, +What danger, of more dreadful look than death, +What willing Martyrdom to crown me constant +May merit such a goodness, such a sweetness? +A love so Nobly great, no power can ruine; +Most blessed Maid go on, the Gods that gave this, +This pure unspotted love, the Child of Heaven, +In their own goodness, must preserve and save it, +And raise you a reward beyond our recompence. + +_Zeno._ I ask but you, a pure Maid to possess, +And then they have crown'd my wishes: If I fall then +Go seek some better love, mine will debase you. + +_Rut._ A pretty innocent fool; well, Governour, +Though I think well of your custom, and could wish my self +For this night in your place, heartily wish it: +Yet if you play not fair play and above board too, +I have a foolish gin here, I say no more; +I'le tell you what, and if your honours guts are not inchanted. + +_Arn._ I should now chide you Sir, for so declining +The goodness and the grace you have ever shew'd me, +And your own vertue too, in seeking rashly +To violate that love Heaven has appointed, +To wrest your Daughters thoughts, part that affection +That both our hearts have tyed, and seek to give it. + +_Rut._ To a wild fellow, that would weary her; +A Cannibal, that feeds on the heads of Maids, +Then flings their bones and bodies to the Devil, +Would any man of discretion venture such a gristle, +To the rude clawes of such a _Cat-a-mountain_? +You had better tear her between two Oaks, a Town Bull +Is a meer _Stoick_ to this fellow, a grave Philosopher, +And a _Spanish_ Jennet, a most vertuous Gentleman. + +_Arn._ Does this seem handsome Sir? + +_Rut._ Though I confess +Any man would desire to have her, and by any means, +At any rate too, yet that this common Hangman, +That hath whipt off the heads of a thousand maids already, +That he should glean the Harvest, sticks in my stomach: +This Rogue breaks young wenches to the Saddle, +And teaches them to stumble ever after; +That he should have her? for my Brother now +That is a handsome young fellow; and well thought on, +And will deal tenderly in the business; +Or for my self that have a reputation, +And have studied the conclusions of these causes, +And know the perfect manage, I'le tell you old Sir, +If I should call you wise Sir, I should bely you, +This thing, you study to betray your child to, +This Maiden-monger. When you have done your best, +And think you have fixt her in the point of honour, +Who do you think you have tyed her to? a Surgeon, +I must confess an excellent dissector, +One that has cut up more young tender Lamb-pies-- + +_Char_. What I spake Gentlemen, was meer compulsion, +No Fathers free-will, nor did I touch your person +With any edge of spight; or strain your loves +With any base, or hir'd perswasions; +Witness these tears, how well I wisht your fortunes. [_Exit._ + +_Rut_. There's some grace in thee yet, you are determined +To marry this Count, Lady. + +_Zen_. Marry him _Rutilio_? + +_Rut_. Marry him, and lye with him I mean. + +_Zen_. You cannot mean that, +If you be a true Gentleman, you dare not, +The Brother to this man, and one that loves him; +I'le marry the Devil first. + +_Rut_. A better choice +And lay his horns by, a handsomer bed-fellow, +A cooler o' my conscience. + +_Arn_. Pray let me ask you; +And my dear Mistris, be not angry with me +For what I shall propound, I am confident, +No promise, nor no power, can force your love, +I mean in way of marriage, never stir you, +Nor to forget my faith, no state can wound you. +But for this Custom, which this wretched country +Hath wrought into a law, and must be satisfied; +Where all the pleas of honour are but laught at, +And modesty regarded as a may-game, +What shall be here considered? power we have none, +To make resistance, nor policie to cross it: +'Tis held Religion too, to pay this duty. + +_Zeno_. I'le dye an _Atheist_ then. + +_Arn_. My noblest Mistris, +Not that I wish it so, but say it were so, +Say you did render up part of your honour, +For whilst your will is clear, all cannot perish; +Say for one night you entertain'd this monster, +Should I esteem you worse, forc'd to this render? +Your mind I know is pure, and full as beauteous; +After this short eclipse, you would rise again, +And shaking off that cloud, spread all your lustre. + +_Zeno_. Who made you witty, to undoe your self, Sir? +Or are you loaden, with the love I bring you, +And fain would fling that burthen on another? +Am I grown common in your eyes _Arnoldo_? +Old, or unworthy of your fellowship? +D'ye think because a woman, I must err, +And therefore rather wish that fall before-hand +Coloured with Custom, not to be resisted? +D'ye love as painters doe, only some pieces, +Some certain handsome touches of your Mistris, +And let the mind pass by you, unexamined? +Be not abus'd; with what the maiden vessel +Is seasoned first, you understand the proverb. + +_Rut_. I am afraid, this thing will make me vertuous. + +_Zeno_. Should you lay by the least part of that love +Y'ave sworn is mine, your youth and faith has given me, +To entertain another, nay a fairer, +And make the case thus desp'rate, she must dy else; +D'ye think I would give way, or count this honest? +Be not deceiv'd, these eyes should never see you more, +This tongue forget to name you, and this heart +Hate you, as if you were born, my full _Antipathie_. +_Empire_ and more imperious love, alone +Rule, and admit no rivals: the purest springs +When they are courted by lascivious land-floods, +Their maiden pureness, and their coolness perish. +And though they purge again to their first beauty, +The sweetness of their taste is clean departed. +I must have all or none; and am not worthy +Longer the noble name of wife, _Arnoldo_, +Than I can bring a whole heart pure and handsom. + +_Arnol_. I never shall deserve you: not to thank you; +You are so heavenly good, no man can reach you: +I am sorrie I spake so rashly, 'twas but to try you. + +_Rut_. You might have tryed a thousand women so, +And 900, fourscore and 19 should ha' followed your counsel. +Take heed o' clapping spurrs to such free cattell. + +_Arn_. We must bethink us suddenly and constantly, +And wisely too, we expect no common danger. + +_Zen_. Be most assur'd, I'le dye first. + +_Enter_ Clodio, _and_ Guard. + +_Rut_. An't come to that once, +The Devil pick his bones, that dyes a coward, +I'le jog along with you, here comes the Stallion, +How smug he looks upon the imagination +Of what he hopes to act! pox on your kidneys; +How they begin to melt! how big he bears, +Sure he will leap before us all: what a sweet company +Of rogues and panders wait upon his lewdness! +Plague of your chops, you ha' more handsome bitts, +Than a hundred honester men, and more deserving. +How the dogg leers. + +_Clod_. You need not now be jealous, +I speak at distance to your wife, but when the Priest has done, +We shall grow nearer, and more familiar. + +_Rut_. I'le watch you for that trick, baboon, I'le +Smoke you: the rogue sweats, as if he had eaten +Grains, he broyles, if I do come to the +Basting of you. + +_Arno_. Your Lordship +May happily speak this, to fright a stranger, +But 'tis not in your honour, to perform it; +The Custom of this place, if such there be, +At best most damnable, may urge you to it, +But if you be an honest man you hate it, +How ever I will presently prepare +To make her mine, and most undoubtedly +Believe you are abus'd, this custome feign'd too, +And what you now pretend, most fair and vertuous. + +_Clod_. Go and believe, a good belief does well Sir; +And you Sir, clear the place, but leave her here. + +_Arn_. Your Lordships pleasure. + +_Clod_. That anon _Arnoldo_, +This is but talk. + +_Rut_. Shall we goe off? + +_Arn_. By any means, +I know she has pious thoughts enough to guard her: +Besides, here's nothing due to him till the tye be done, +Nor dare he offer. + +_Rut_. Now do I long to worry him: +Pray have a care to the main chance. + +_Zen_. Pray Sir, fear not. [_Exit_ Ar. _and_ Rut. + +_Clod_. Now, what say you to me? + +_Zen_. Sir it becomes +The modestie, that maids are ever born with, +To use few words. + +_Clod_. Do you see nothing in me? +Nothing to catch your eyes, nothing of wonder +The common mould of men, come short, and want in? +Do you read no future fortune for your self here? +And what a happiness it may be to you, +To have him honour you, all women aim at? +To have him love you Lady, that man love you, +The best, and the most beauteous have run mad for? +Look and be wise, you have a favour offer'd you +I do not every day propound to women; +You are a prettie one; and though each hour +I am glutted with the sacrifice of beautie, +I may be brought, as you may handle it, +To cast so good a grace and liking on you. +You understand, come kiss me, and be joyfull, +I give you leave. + +_Zen_. Faith Sir, 'twill not shew handsome; +Our sex is blushing, full of fear, unskil'd too +In these alarms. + +_Clod_. Learn then and be perfect. + +_Zen_. I do beseech your honour pardon me, +And take some skilfull one can hold you play, +I am a fool. + +_Clod_. I tell thee maid I love thee, +Let that word make thee happie, so far love thee, +That though I may enjoy thee without ceremony, +I will descend so low, to marry thee, +Me thinks I see the race that shall spring from us, +Some Princes, some great Souldiers. + +_Zen_. I am afraid +Your honour's couzen'd in this calculation; +For certain, I shall ne're have a child by you. + +_Clod_. Why? + +_Zen_. Because I must not think to marry you, +I dare not Sir, the step betwixt your honour, +And my poor humble State. + +_Clod_. I will descend to thee, +And buoy thee up. + +_Zen_. I'le sink to th' Center first. +Why would your Lordship marry, and confine that pleasure +You ever have had freely cast upon you? +Take heed my Lord, this marrying is a mad matter, +Lighter a pair of shackles will hang on you, +And quieter a quartane feaver find you. +If you wed me I must enjoy you only, +Your eyes must be called home, your thoughts in cages, +To sing to no ears then but mine; your heart bound, +The custom, that your youth was ever nurst in, +Must be forgot, I shall forget my duty else, +And how that will appear-- + +_Clod_. Wee'l talk of that more. + +_Zen_. Besides I tell ye, I am naturally, +As all young women are, that shew like handsome, +Exceeding proud, being commended, monstrous. +Of an unquiet temper, seldom pleas'd, +Unless it be with infinite observance, +Which you were never bred to; once well angred, +As every cross in us, provokes that passion, +And like a Sea, I roule, toss, and chafe a week after. +And then all mischief I can think upon, +Abusing of your bed the least and poorest, +I tell you what you'le finde, and in these fitts, +This little beauty you are pleased to honour, +Will be so chang'd, so alter'd to an ugliness, +To such a vizard, ten to one, I dye too, +Take't then upon my death you murder'd me. + +_Clod_. Away, away fool, why dost thou proclame these +To prevent that in me, thou hast chosen in another? + +_Zen_. Him I have chosen, I can rule and master, +Temper to what I please, you are a great one +Of a strong will to bend, I dare not venture. +Be wise my Lord, and say you were well counsel'd, +Take mony for my ransom, and forget me, +'Twill be both safe, and noble for your honour, +And wheresoever my fortunes shall conduct me, +So worthy mentions I shall render of you, +So vertuous and so fair. + +_Clod_. You will not marrie me? + +_Zen_. I do beseech your honour, be not angry +At what I say, I cannot love ye, dare not; +But set a ransom, for the flowr you covet. + +_Clod_. No mony, nor no prayers, shall redeem that, +Not all the art you have. + +_Zen_. Set your own price Sir. + +_Clod_. Goe to your wedding, never kneel to me, +When that's done, you are mine, I will enjoy you: +Your tears do nothing, I will not lose my custom +To cast upon my self an Empires fortune. + +_Zen_. My mind shall not pay this custom, cruel man. [_Ex_. + +_Clod_. Your body will content me: I'le look for you. [_Ex_. + +_Enter_ Charino, _and servants in blacks. Covering the +place with blacks_. + +_Char_. Strew all your withered flowers, your Autumn sweets +By the hot Sun ravisht of bud and beauty +Thus round about her Bride-bed, hang those blacks there +The emblemes of her honour lost; all joy +That leads a Virgin to receive her lover, +Keep from this place, all fellow-maids that bless her, +And blushing do unloose her Zone, keep from her: +No merry noise nor lusty songs be heard here, +Nor full cups crown'd with wine make the rooms giddy, +This is no masque of mirth, but murdered honour. +Sing mournfully that sad Epithalamion +I gave thee now: and prethee let thy lute weep. + +Song, Dance. _Enter_ Rutilio. + +_Rut_. How now, what livery's this? do you call this a wedding? +This is more like a funeral. + +_Char_. It is one, +And my poor Daughter going to her grave, +To his most loath'd embraces that gapes for her. +Make the Earles bed readie, is the marriage done Sir? + +_Rut_. Yes they are knit; but must this slubberdegullion +Have her maiden-head now? + +[_Char_.] There's no avoiding it. + +_Rut_. And there's the scaffold where she must lose it. + +[_Char_.] The bed Sir. + +_Rut_. No way to wipe his mouldy chaps? + +_Char_. That we know. + +_Rut_. To any honest well-deserving fellow, +And 'twere but to a merry Cobbler, I could sit still now, +I love the game so well; but that this puckfist, +This universal rutter--fare ye well Sir; +And if you have any good prayers, put 'em forward, +There may be yet a remedie. + +_Char_. I wish it, [_Exit_ Rut. +And all my best devotions offer to it. + +_Enter_ Clodio, _and_ Guard. + +_Clod_. Now is this tye dispatch'd? + +_Char_. I think it be Sir. + +_Clod_. And my bed ready? + +_Char_. There you may quickly find Sir, +Such a loath'd preparation. + +_Clod_. Never grumble, +Nor fling a discontent upon my pleasure, +It must and shall be done: give me some wine, +And fill it till it leap upon my lips: [_wine_ +Here's to the foolish maidenhead you wot of, +The toy I must take pains for. + +_Char_. I beseech your Lordship +Load not a Fathers love. + +_Clod_. Pledge it _Charino_, +Or by my life I'le make thee pledge thy last, +And be sure she be a maid, a perfect Virgin, +(I will not have my expectation dull'd) +Or your old pate goes off. I am hot and fiery, +And my bloud beats alarms through my body, +And fancie high. You of my guard retire, +And let me hear no noise about the lodging +But musick and sweet ayres, now fetch your Daughter, +And bid the coy wench put on all her beauties, +All her enticements, out-blush damask Roses, +And dim the breaking East with her bright Crystals. +I am all on fire, away. + +_Char_. And I am frozen. [_Exit_. + +_Enter_ Zenocia _with Bow and Quiver, an Arrow bent_, +Arnoldo _and_ Rutilio _after her, arm'd_. + +_Zen_. Come fearless on. + +_Rut_. Nay an I budge from thee +Beat me with durty sticks. + +_Clod_. What Masque is this? +What pretty fancy to provoke me high? +The beauteous Huntress, fairer far, and sweeter; +Diana shewes an Ethiop to this beauty +Protected by two Virgin Knights. + +_Rut_. That's a lye, +A loud one, if you knew as much as I do, +The Guard's dispers'd. + +_Arn_. Fortune I hope invites us. + +_Clod_. I can no longer hold, she pulls my heart from me. + +_Zen_. Stand, and stand fixt, move not a foot, nor speak not, +For if thou doest, upon this point thy death sits. +Thou miserable, base, and sordid lecher, +Thou scum of noble blood, repent and speedily, +Repent thy thousand thefts, from helpless Virgins, +Their innocence betrayed to thy embraces. + +_Arn_. The base dishonour, that thou doest to strangers, +In glorying to abuse the Laws of Marriage, +Thy Infamy thou hast flung upon thy Country, +In nourishing this black and barbarous Custom. + +_Clod_. My Guard. + +_Arn_. One word more, and thou diest. + +_Rut_. One syllable +That tends to any thing, but I beseech you, +And as y'are Gentlemen tender my case, +And I'le thrust my Javeling down thy throat. +Thou Dog-whelp, thou, pox upon thee, what +Should I call thee, Pompion, +Thou kiss my Lady? thou scour her Chamber-pot: +Thou have a Maiden-head? a mottly Coat, +You great blind fool, farewel and be hang'd to ye, +Lose no time Lady. + +_Arn_. Pray take your pleasure Sir, +And so we'l take our leaves. + +_Zen_. We are determined, +Dye, before yield. + +_Arn_. Honour, and a fair grave. + +_Zen_. Before a lustful Bed, so for our fortunes. + +_Rut_. _Du cat awhee_, good Count, cry, prethee cry, +O what a wench hast thou lost! cry you great booby. [_Exe_. + +_Enter_ Charino. + +_Clod_. And is she gone then, am I dishonoured thus, +Cozened and baffl'd? my Guard there, no man answer? +My Guard I say, sirrah you knew of this plot; +Where are my Guard? I'le have your life you villain, +You politick old Thief. + +_Char_. Heaven send her far enough, + +_Enter Guard_. + +And let me pay the ransom. + +_Guard_. Did your honour call us? + +_Clod_. Post every way, and presently recover +The two strange Gentlemen, and the fair Lady. + +_Guard_. This day was Married Sir? + +_Clod_. The same. + +_Guard_. We saw 'em. +Making with all main speed to th' Port. + +_Clod_. Away villains. [_Exit Guard_. +Recover her, or I shall dye; deal truly, +Didst not thou know? + +_Char_. By all that's good I did not. +If your honour mean their flight, to say I grieve for that, +Will be to lye; you may handle me as you please. + +_Clod_. Be sure, with all the cruelty, with all the rigor, +For thou hast rob'd me villain of a treasure. + +_Enter Guard_. + +How now? + +_Guard_. They're all aboard, a Bark rode ready for 'em, +And now are under Sail, and past recovery. + +_Clod_. Rig me a Ship with all the speed that may be, +I will not lose her: thou her most false Father, +Shalt go along; and if I miss her, hear me, +A whole day will I study to destroy thee. + +_Char_. I shall be joyful of it; and so you'l find me. + +[_Exeunt omnes_. + + + + +_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_. + + +_Enter_ Manuel du Sosa, _and_ Guiomar. + +_Man_. I Hear and see too much of him, and that +Compels me Madam, though unwillingly, +To wish I had no Uncles part in him, +And much I fear, the comfort of a Son +You will not long enjoy. + +_Gui_. 'Tis not my fault, +And therefore from his guilt my innocence +Cannot be tainted, since his Fathers death, +(Peace to his soul) a Mothers prayers and care +Were never wanting, in his education. +His Child-hood I pass o're, as being brought up +Under my wing; and growing ripe for study, +I overcame the tenderness, and joy +I had to look upon him, and provided +The choicest Masters, and of greatest name +Of _Salamanca_, in all liberal Arts. + +_Man_. To train his youth up. +I must witness that. + +_Gui_. How there he prospered to the admiration +Of all that knew him, for a general Scholar, +Being one of note, before he was a man, +Is still remembred in that _Academy_, +From thence I sent him to the Emperours Court, +Attended like his Fathers Son, and there +Maintain'd him, in such bravery and height, +As did become a Courtier. + +_Man_. 'Twas that spoil'd him, my Nephew had been happy. +The Court's a School indeed, in which some few +Learn vertuous principles, but most forget +What ever they brought thither good and honest. +Trifling is there in practice, serious actions +Are obsolete and out of use, my Nephew +Had been a happy man, had he ne're known +What's there in grace and fashion. + +_Gui_. I have heard yet, +That while he liv'd in Court, the Emperour +Took notice of his carriage and good parts, +The Grandees did not scorn his company, +And of the greatest Ladies he was held +A compleat Gentleman. + +_Man_. He indeed Daunc'd well; +A turn o'th' Toe, with a lofty trick or two, +To argue nimbleness, and a strong back, +Will go far with a Madam: 'tis most true, +That he's an excellent Scholar, and he knows it; +An exact Courtier, and he knows that too; +He has fought thrice, and come off still with honour, +Which he forgets not. + +_Gui_. Nor have I much reason, +To grieve his fortune that way. + +_Man_. You are mistaken, +Prosperity does search a Gentlemans temper, +More than his adverse fortune: I have known +Many, and of rare parts from their success +In private Duels, rais'd up to such a pride, +And so transform'd from what they were, that all +That lov'd them truly, wish'd they had fallen in them. +I need not write examples, in your Son +'Tis too apparent; for e're _Don Duarte_ +Made tryal of his valour, he indeed was +Admired for civil courtesie, but now +He's swoln so high, out of his own assurance, +Of what he dares do, that he seeks occasions, +Unjust occasions, grounded on blind passion, +Ever to be in quarrels, and this makes him +Shunn'd of all fair Societies. + +_Gui_. Would it were +In my weak power to help it: I will use +With my entreaties th' Authority of a Mother, +As you may of an Uncle, and enlarge it +With your command, as being a Governour +To the great King in _Lisbon. + +Enter_ Duarte _and his Page_. + +_Man_. Here he comes. +We are unseen, observe him. + +_Dua_. Boy. + +_Page_. My Lord. + +_Dua_. What saith the _Spanish_ Captain that I struck, +To my bold challenge? + +_Page_. He refus'd to read it. + +_Dua_. Why didst not leave it there? + +_Page_. I did my Lord, +But to no purpose, for he seems more willing +To sit down with the wrongs, than to repair +His honour by the sword; he knows too well, +That from your Lordship nothing can be got +But more blows, and disgraces. + +_Dua_. He's a wretch, +A miserable wretch, and all my fury +Is lost upon him; holds the Mask, appointed +I'th' honour of _Hippolyta_? + +_Page_. 'Tis broke off. + +_Dua_. The reason? + +_Page_. This was one, they heard your Lordship +Was by the Ladies choice to lead the Dance, +And therefore they, too well assur'd how far +You would outshine 'em, gave it o're and said, +They would not serve for foiles to set you off. + +_Dua_. They at their best are such, and ever shall be +Where I appear. + +_Man_. Do you note his modesty? + +_Dua_. But was there nothing else pretended? + +_Page_. Yes, +Young Don _Alonzo_, the great Captains Nephew, +Stood on comparisons. + +_Dua_. With whom? + +_Page_. With you, +And openly profess'd that all precedence, +His birth and state consider'd, was due to him, +Nor were your Lordship to contend with one +So far above you. + +_Dua_. I look down upon him +With such contempt and scorn, as on my slave, +He's a name only, and all good in him +He must derive from his great grandsires Ashes, +For had not their victorious acts bequeath'd +His titles to him, and wrote on his forehead, +This is a Lord, he had liv'd unobserv'd +By any man of mark, and died as one +Amongst the common route. Compare with me? +'Tis Gyant-like ambition; I know him, +And know my self, that man is truly noble, +And he may justly call that worth his own, +Which his deserts have purchas'd, I could wish +My birth were more obscure, my friends and kinsmen +Of lesser power, or that my provident Father +Had been like to that riotous Emperour +That chose his belly for his only heir; +For being of no family then, and poor +My vertues wheresoe'r I liv'd, should make +That kingdom my inheritance. + +_Gui_. Strange self Love! + +_Dua_. For if I studied the Countries Laws, +I should so easily sound all their depth, +And rise up such a wonder, that the pleaders, +That now are in most practice and esteem, +Should starve for want of Clients: if I travell'd, +Like wise _Ulysses_ to see men and manners, +I would return in act, more knowing, than +_Homer_ could fancy him; if a Physician, +So oft I would restore death-wounded men, +That where I liv'd, _Galen_ should not be nam'd, +And he that joyn'd again the scatter'd limbs +Of torn _Hippolytus_ should be forgotten. +I could teach _Ovid_ courtship, how to win +A _Julia_, and enjoy her, though her Dower +Were all the Sun gives light to: and for arms +Were the _Persian_ host that drank up Rivers, added +To the _Turks_ present powers, I could direct, +Command, and Marshal them. + +_Man_. And yet you know not +To rule your self, you would not to a boy else +Like _Plautus_ Braggart boast thus. + +_Dua_. All I speak, +In act I can make good. + +_Gui_. Why then being Master +Of such and so good parts do you destroy them, +With self opinion, or like a rich miser, +Hoard up the treasures you possess, imparting +Nor to your self nor others, the use of them? +They are to you but like inchanted viands, +On which you seem to feed, yet pine with hunger; +And those so rare perfections in my Son +Which would make others happy, render me +A wretched Mother. + +_Man_. You are too insolent. +And those too many excellencies, that feed +Your pride, turn to a Pleurisie, and kill +That which should nourish vertue; dare you think +All blessings are confer'd on you alone? +Y'are grosly cousen'd; there's no good in you, +Which others have not: are you a Scholar? so +Are many, and as knowing: are you valiant? +Waste not that courage then in braules, but spend it +In the Wars, in service of your King and Country. + +_Dua_. Yes, so I might be General, no man lives +That's worthy to command me. + +_Man_. Sir, in _Lisbon_ +I am: and you shall know it; every hour +I am troubled with complaints of your behaviour +From men of all conditions, and all sexes. +And my authority, which you presume +Will bear you out, in that you are my Nephew, +No longer shall protect you, for I vow +Though all that's past I pardon, I will punish +The next fault with as much severity +As if you were a stranger, rest assur'd on't. + +_Gui_. And by that love you should bear, or that duty +You owe a Mother, once more I command you +To cast this haughtiness off; which if you do, +All that is mine, is yours, if not, expect +My prayers, and vows, for your conversion only, +But never means nor favour. [_Ex_. Manuel _and_ Guiomar. + +_Dua_. I am Tutor'd +As if I were a child still, the base Peasants +That fear, and envy my great worth, have done this; +But I will find them out, I will o'boord +Get my disguise; I have too long been idle, +Nor will I curb my spirit, I was born free, +And will pursue the course best liketh me. [_Exeunt_. + +_Enter_ Leopold, Sailers, _and_ Zenocia. + +_Leop_. Divide the spoil amongst you, this fair Captive +I only challenge for my self. + +_Sail_. You have won her +And well deserve her: twenty years I have liv'd +A Burgess of the Sea, and have been present +At many a desperate fight, but never saw +So small a Bark with such incredible valour +So long defended, and against such odds, +And by two men scarce arm'd too. + +_Leop_. 'Twas a wonder. +And yet the courage they exprest being taken, +And their contempt of death wan more upon me +Than all they did, when they were free: me thinks +I see them yet when they were brought aboard us, +Disarm'd and ready to be put in fetters +How on the suddain, as if they had sworn +Never to taste the bread of servitude, +Both snatching up their swords, and from this Virgin, +Taking a farewel only with their eyes, +They leapt into the Sea. + +_Sail_. Indeed 'twas rare. + +_Leop_. It wrought so much on me, that but I fear'd +The great ship that pursued us, our own safety +Hindring my charitable purpose to 'em, +I would have took 'em up, and with their lives +They should have had their liberties. + +_Zen_. O too late, +For they are lost, for ever lost. + +_Leop_. Take comfort +'Tis not impossible, but that they live yet, +For when they left the ships, they were within +A League o'th' shore, and with such strength and cunning +They swimming, did delude the rising Billows, +With one hand making way, and with the other, +Their bloudy swords advanced, threatning the Sea-gods +With war, unless they brought them safely off, +That I am almost confident they live, +And you again may see them. + +_Zen_. In that hope +I brook a wretched being, till I am +Made certain of their fortunes; but they dead, +Death hath so many doors to let out life, +I will not long survive them. + +_Leop_. Hope the best, +And let the courteous usage you have found, +Not usual in men of War perswade you +To tell me your condition. + +_Zen_. You know it, +A Captive, my fate and your power have made me, +Such I am now, but what I was it skills not: +For they being dead, in whom I only live, +I dare not challenge Family, or Country, +And therefore Sir enquire not, let it suffice, +I am your servant, and a thankful servant +(If you will call that so, which is but duty) +I ever will be, and my honour safe, +Which nobly hitherto ye have preserv'd, +No slavery can appear in such a form, +Which with a masculine constancy I will not +Boldly look on and suffer. + +_Leop_. You mistake me: +That you are made my prisoner, may prove +The birth of your good fortune. I do find +A winning language in your tongue and looks; +Nor can a suit by you mov'd be deni'd, +And therefore of a prisoner you must be +The Victors advocate. + +_Zen._ To whom? + +_Leap._ A Lady: +In whom all graces that can perfect beauty +Are friendly met. I grant that you are fair: +And had I not seen her before, perhaps +I might have sought to you. + +_Zen._ This I hear gladly. + +_Leap._ To this incomparable Lady I will give you, +(Yet being mine, you are already hers) +And to serve her is more than to be free, +At least I think so; and when you live with her, +If you will please to think on him that brought you +To such a happiness, for so her bounty +Will make you think her service, you shall ever +Make me at your devotion. + +_Zen._ All I can do, +Rest you assur'd of. + +_Leap._ At night I'le present you, +Till when I am your Guard. + +_Zen._ Ever your servant. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Arnoldo _and_ Rutilio. + +_Arn._ To what are we reserv'd? + +_Rut._ Troth 'tis uncertain, +Drowning we have scap'd miraculously, and +Stand fair for ought I know for hanging; mony +We have none, nor e're are like to have, +'Tis to be doubted: besides we are strangers, +Wondrous hungry strangers; and charity +Growing cold, and miracles ceasing, +Without a Conjurers help, cannot find +When we shall eat again. + +_Arn._ These are no wants +If put in ballance with _Zenocias_ loss; +In that alone all miseries are spoken: +O my _Rutilio_, when I think on her, +And that which she may suffer, being a Captive, +Then I could curse my self, almost those powers +That send me from the fury of the Ocean. + +_Rut_. You have lost a wife indeed, a fair and chast one, +Two blessings, not found often in one woman; +But she may be recovered, questionless +The ship that took us was of _Portugal_, +And here in _Lisbon_, by some means or other +We may hear of her. + +_Arn_. In that hope I live. + +_Rut_. And so do I, but hope is a poor Sallad +To dine and sup with, after a two dayes fast too, +Have you no mony left? + +_Arn_. Not a Denier. + +_Rut_. Nor any thing to pawn? 'tis now in fashion, +Having a Mistress, sure you should not be +Without a neat Historical shirt. + +_Arn_. For shame +Talk not so poorly. + +_Rut_. I must talk of that +Necessity prompts us to, for beg I cannot, +Nor am I made to creep in at a window, +To filch to feed me, something must be done, +And suddenly resolve on't. + +_Enter_ Zabulon _and a Servant_. + +_Arn_. What are these? + +_Rut_. One by his habit is a _Jew_. + +_Zab_. No more: +Thou art sure that's he. + +_Ser_. Most certain. + +_Zab_. How long is it +Since first she saw him? + +_Ser_. Some two hours. + +_Zab_. Be gone--let me alone to work him. [_Exit_ Ser. + +_Rut_. How he eyes you! +Now he moves towards us, in the Devils name +What would he with us? + +_Arn_. Innocence is bold: +Nor can I fear. + +_Zab_. That you are poor and strangers, +I easily perceive. + +_Rut_. But that you'l help us, +Or any of your tribe, we dare not hope Sir. + +_Zab_. Why think you so? + +_Rut_. Because you are a _Jew_ Sir, +And courtesies come sooner from the Devil +Than any of your Nation. + +_Zab_. We are men, +And have like you, compassion when we find +Fit subjects for our bounty, and for proof +That we dare give, and freely, not to you Sir, +Pray spare your pains, there's gold, stand not amaz'd, +'Tis current I assure you. + +_Rut_. Take it man, +Sure thy good Angel is a _Jew_, and comes +In his own shape to help thee: I could wish now +Mine would appear too like a _Turk_. + +_Arn_. I thank you, +But yet must tell you, if this be the Prologue +To any bad act, you would have me practise, +I must not take it. + +_Zab_. This is but the earnest +Of [t]hat which is to follow, and the bond +Which you must seal to for't, is your advancement, +Fortune with all that's in her power to give, +Offers her self up to you: entertain her, +And that which Princes have kneel'd for in vain +Presents it self to you. + +_Arn_. 'Tis above wonder. + +_Zab_. But far beneath the truth, in my relation +Of what you shall possess, if you emb[r]ace it. +There is an hour in each mans life appointed +To make his happiness if then he seize it, +And this, (in which, beyond all expectation, +You are invited to your good) is yours, +If you dare follow me, so, if not, hereafter +Expect not the like offer. [_Exit_. + +_Arn_. 'Tis no vision. + +_Rut_. 'Tis gold I'm sure. + +_Arn_. We must like brothers share; +There's for you. + +_Rut_. By this light I'm glad I have it: +There are few Gallants, (for men may be such +And yet want gold, yea and sometimes silver) +But would receive such favours from the Devil, +Though he appear'd like a Broker, and demanded +Sixty i'th' hundred. + +_Arn_. Wherefore should I fear +Some plot upon my life? 'tis now to me +Not worth the keeping. I will follow him, +Farewel, wish me good fortune, we shall meet +Again I doubt not. + +_Rut_. Or I'le ne're trust _Jew_ more, [_Exit_ Arnoldo. +Nor Christian for his sake--plague o' my stars, +How long might I have walkt without a Cloak, +Before I should have met with such a fortune? +We elder Brothers, though we are proper men, +_Ha' not the luck_, ha' too much beard, that spoils us; +The smooth Chin carries all: what's here to do now? +[_Manet_ Rutilio. + +_Enter_ Duarte, Alonzo, _and a_ Page. + +_Dua_. I'le take you as I find you. + +_Alon_. That were base--you see I am unarm'd. + +_Dua_. Out with your Bodkin +Your Pocket-dagger, your Steletto, out with it, +Or by this hand I'le kill you: such as you are +Have studied the undoing of poor Cutlers, +And made all manly weapons out of fashion: +You carry Poniards to murder men, +Yet dare not wear a sword to guard your Honour. + +_Rut_. That's true indeed: upon my life this gallant +Is brib'd to repeal banisht swords. + +_Dua_. I'le shew you +The difference now between a _Spanish_ Rapier +And your pure Pisa. + +_Alon_. Let me fetch a sword, +Upon mine honour I'le return. + +_Dua._ Not so Sir. + +_Alon._ Or lend me yours I pray you, and take this. + +_Rut._ To be disgrac'd as you are, no I thank you +Spight of the fashion, while I live, I am +Instructed to go arm'd: what folly 'tis +For you that are a man, to put your self +Into your enemies mercy. + +_Dua._ Yield it quickly +Or I'le cut off your hand, and now disgrace you, +Thus kick and baffle you: as you like this, +You may again prefer complaints against me +To my Uncle and my Mother, and then think +To make it good with a Poniard. + +_Alon._ I am paid +For being of the fashion. + +_Dua._ Get a sword, +Then if you dare redeem your reputation: +You know I am easily found: I'le add this to it +To put you in mind. + +_Rut._ You are too insolent, +And do insult too much on the advantage +Of that which your unequal weapon gave you, +More than your valour. + +_Dua._ This to me, you Peasant? +Thou art not worthy of my foot poor fellow, +'Tis scorn, not pity, makes me give thee life: +Kneel down and thank me for't: how, do you stare? + +_Rut._ I have a sword Sir, you shall find, a good one; +This is no stabbing guard. + +_Dua._ Wert thou thrice arm'd, +Thus yet I durst attempt thee. + +_Rut._ Then have at you, [_Fight._ +I scorn to take blows. + +_Dua._ O I am slain. [_Falls._ + +_Page._ Help! murther, murther! + +_Alon._ Shift for your self you are dead else, +You have kill'd the Governou[r]s Nephew. + +_Page._ Raise the streets there. + +_Alon._ If once you are beset you cannot scape, +Will you betray your self? + +_Rut_. Undone for ever. [_Exit_ Rut. _and_ Alonzo. + +_Enter_ Officers. + +_1 Off_. Who makes this out-cry? + +_Page_. O my Lord is murdered; +This way he took, make after him, +Help help there. [_Exit_ Page. + +_2 Offi_. 'Tis _Don Duarte_. + +_1 Offi_. Pride has got a fall, +He was still in quarrels, scorn'd us Peace-makers, +And all our Bill-authority, now h'as paid for't. +You ha' met with your match Sir now, bring off his body +And bear it to the Governour. Some pursue +The murderer; yet if he scape, it skills not; +Were I a Prince, I would reward him for't, +He has rid the City of a turbulent beast, +There's few will pity him: but for his Mother +I truly grieve indeed, she's a good Lady. [_Exeunt_. + +_Enter_ Guiomar _and_ Servants. + +_Gui_. He's not i'th' house? + +_Ser. No Madam. + +_Gui_. Haste and seek him, +Go all and every where, Pie not to bed +Till you return him, take away the lights too, +The Moon lends me too much, to find my fears +And those devotions I am to pay +Are written in my heart, not in this book, [_Kneel_. +And I shall read them there without a Taper. [_Ex_. Ser. + +_Enter_ Rutilio. + +_Rut_. I am pursued; all the Ports are stopt too; +Not any hope to escape, behind, before me, +On either side I am beset, cursed fortune +My enemie on the Sea, and on the Land too, +Redeem'd from one affliction to another: +Would I had made the greedy waves my tomb +And dyed obscure, and innocent, not as Nero +Smear'd o're with blood. Whither have my fears brought me? +I am got into a house, the doors all open, +This, by the largeness of the room, the hangings, +And other rich adornments, glistring through +The sable masque of night, sayes it belongs +To one of means and rank: no servant stirring? +Murmur nor whisper? + +_Guio._ Who's that? + +_Rut._ By the voice, +This is a woman. + +_Guio._ _Stephana, Jaspe, Julia,_ +Who waits there? + +_Rut._ 'Tis the Lady of the house, +I'le flie to her protection. + +_Guio._ Speak, what are you? + +_Rut._ Of all that ever breath'd, a man most wretched. + +_Guio._ I am sure you are a man of most ill manners, +You could not with so little reverence else +Press to my private chamber. Whither would you, +Or what do you seek for? + +_Rut._ Gracious woman hear me; +I am a stranger, and in that I answer +All your demands, a most unfortunate stranger, +That call'd unto it by my enemies pride, +Have left him dead i'th' streets, Justice pursues me, +And for that life I took unwillingly, +And in a fair defence, I must lose mine, +Unless you in your charity protect me. +Your house is now my sanctuary, and the Altar, +I gladly would take hold of your sweet mercy. +By all that's dear unto you, by your vertues, +And by your innocence, that needs no forgiveness, +Take pity on me. + +_Guio._ Are you a _Castillian_? + +_Rut._ No Madam, _Italy_ claims my birth. + +_Guio._ I ask not +With purpose to betray you, if you were +Ten thousand times a Spaniard, the nation +We Portugals most hate, I yet would save you +If it lay in my power: lift up these hangings; +Behind my Beds head there's a hollow place, +Into which enter; so, but from this stir not +If the Officers come, as you expect they will doe, +I know they owe such reverence to my lodgings, +That they will easily give credit to me +And search no further. + +_Rut._ The blest Saints pay for me +The infinite debt I owe you. + +_Guio._ How he quakes! +Thus far I feel his heart beat, be of comfort, +Once more I give my promise for your safety, +All men are subject to such accidents, +Especially the valiant; and who knows not, +But that the charity I afford this stranger +My only Son else where may stand in need of? + +_Enter Officers, and Servants, with the body of Duarte--Page._ + +_1 Ser._ Now Madam, if your wisedom ever could +Raise up defences against floods of sorrow +That haste to overwhelm you, make true use of +Your great discretion. + +_2 Ser._ Your only son +My Lord _Duart's_ slain. + +_1 Off._ His murtherer, pursued by us +Was by a boy discovered +Entring your house, and that induced us +To press into it for his apprehension. + +_Guio._ Oh! + +_1 Ser._ Sure her heart is broke. + +_Off._ Madam. + +_Guio._ Stand off. +My sorrow is so dear and pretious to me, +That you must not partake it, suffer it +Like wounds that do breed inward to dispatch me. +O my _Duart_, such an end as this +Thy pride long since did prophesie; thou art dead, +And to encrease my misery, thy sad Mother +Must make a wilfull shipwrack of her vow +Or thou fall unreveng'd. My Soul's divided, +And piety to a son, and true performance +Of hospitable duties to my guest, +That are to others Angels, are my furies. +Vengeance knocks at my heart, but my word given +Denies the entrance, is no _Medium_ left, +But that I must protect the murderer, +Or suffer in that faith he made his altar? +Motherly love give place, the fault made this way, +To keep a vow, to which high Heaven is witness, +Heaven may be pleas'd to pardon. + +_Enter_ Manuel, Doctors, Surgeons. + +_Man._ 'Tis too late, +Hee's gone, past all recovery: now reproof +Were but unseasonable when I should give comfort, +And yet remember Sister. + +_Guio._ O forbear, +Search for the murtherer, and remove the body, +And as you think fit, give it burial. +Wretch that I am, uncapable of all comfort, +And therefore I intreat my friends and kinsfolk, +And you my Lord, for some space to forbear +Your courteous visitations. + +_Man._ We obey you. [_Exeunt omnes with the body._ +Manet Guiomar. + +_Rut._ My Spirits come back, and now despair resigns +Her place again to hope. + +_Guio._ What ere thou art +To whom I have given means of life, to witness +With what Religion I have kept my promise, +Come fearless forth, but let thy face be cover'd, +That I hereafter be not forc't to know thee, +For motherly affection may return +My vow once paid to heaven. Thou hast taken from me +The respiration of my heart, the light +Of my swoln eyes, in his life that sustain'd me: +Yet my word given to save you, I make good, +Because what you did, was not done with malice, +You are not known, there is no mark about you +That can discover you; let not fear betray you. +With all convenient speed you can, flie from me +That I may never see you; and that want +Of means may be no let unto your journie, +There are a hundred Crownes: you are at the door now, +And so Farewell for ever. + +_Rut._ Let me first fall +Before your feet, and on them pay the duty +I owe your goodness; next all blessings to you, +And Heaven restore the joyes I have bereft you, +With full increase hereafter, living be +The Goddess stil'd of Hospitalitie. + + + + +_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._ + + +_Enter Leopold, and Zenocia._ + +_Leo._ Fling off these sullen clouds, you are enter'd now +Into a house of joy and happiness, +I have prepar'd a blessing for ye. + +_Zen._ Thank ye, my state would rather ask a curse. + +_Leo._ You are peevish +And know not when ye are friended, I have us'd those means, +The Lady of this house, the noble Lady, +Will take ye as her own, and use ye graciously: +Make much of what you are, Mistris of that beautie, +And expose it not to such betraying sorrows, +When ye are old, and all those sweets hang wither'd, + +_Enter_ Servant. + +Then sit and sigh. + +_Zen._ My _Autumn_ is not far off. + +_Leo._ Have you told your Lady? + +_Ser._ Yes Sir, I have told her +Both of your noble service, and your present, +Which she accepts. + +_Leo._ I should be blest to see her. + +_Ser._ That now you cannot doe: she keeps the Chamber +Not well dispos'd; and has denied all visits, +The maid I have in charge to receive from ye, +So please you render her. + +_Leo._ With all my service, +But fain I would have seen. + +_Ser._ 'Tis but your patience; +No doubt she cannot but remember nobly. + +_Leo._ These three years I have lov'd this scornfull Lady, +And follow'd her with all the truth of service, +In all which time, but twice she has honour'd me +With sight of her blest beauty: when you please Sir, +You may receive your charge, and tell your Lady; +A Gentleman whose life is only dedicated +To her commands, kisses her beauteous hands; +And Faire-one, now your help, you may remember +The honest courtesies, since you are mine, +I ever did your modestie: you shall be near her, +And if sometimes you name my service to her, +And tell her with what nobleness I love her, +'Twill be a gratitude I shall remember. + +_Zen._ What in my poor power lyes, so it be honest. + +_Leo._ I ask no more. + +_Ser._ You must along with me (Fair.) + +_Leo._ And so I leave you two: but a fortune +Too happy for my fate: you shall enjoy her. + + + + +_Scena Secunda._ + + +_Enter Zabulon and Servants._ + +_Zab._ Be quick, be quick, out with the banquet there, +These scents are dull; cast richer on, and fuller; +Scent every place, where have you plac'd the musick? + +_Ser._ Here they stand ready Sir. + +_Zab._ 'Tis well, be sure +The wines be lusty, high, and full of Spirit, +And Amber'd all. + +_Ser._ They are. + +_Zab._ Give fair attendance. +In the best trim, and state, make ready all. +I shall come presently again. [_Banquet set forth. Exit._ + +_2 Ser._ We shall Sir, +What preparation's this? +Some new device +My Lady has in hand. + +_1 Ser._ O, prosper it +As long as it carries good wine in the mouth, +And good meat with it, where are all the rest? + +_2 Ser._ They are ready to attend. [_Musick._ + +_1 Ser._ Sure some great person, +They would not make this hurry else. + +_2 Ser._ Hark the Musick. + +_Enter_ Zabulon, _and_ Arnoldo. + +It will appear now certain, here it comes. +Now to our places. + +_Arn._ Whither will he lead me? +What invitation's this? to what new end +Are these fair preparations? a rich Banquet, +Musick, and every place stuck with adornment, +Fit for a Princes welcome; what new game +Has Fortune now prepar'd to shew me happy? +And then again to sink me? 'tis no illusion, +Mine eyes are not deceiv'd, all these are reall; +What wealth and state! + +_Zab._ Will you sit down and eat Sir? +These carry little wonder, they are usual; +But you shall see, if you be wise to observe it, +That that will strike dead, strike with amazement, +Then if you be a man: this fair health to you. + +_Ar._ What shall I see? I pledge ye Sir, I was never +So buried in amazement-- + +_Zab._ You are so still: +Drink freely. + +_Ar._ The very wines are admirable: +Good Sir, give me leave to ask this question, +For what great worthy man are these prepar'd? +And why do you bring me hither? + +_Zab._ They are for you, Sir; +And under-value not the worth you carry, +You are that worthy man: think well of these, +They shall be more, and greater. + +_Ar._ Well, blind fortune +Thou hast the prettiest changes when thou art pleas'd, +To play thy game out wantonly-- + +_Zab._ Come be lusty, +And awake your Spirits. [_Cease Musick._ + +_Ar._ Good Sir, do not wake me. +For willingly I would dye in this dream, pray whose Servants +Are all these that attend here? + +_Zab._ They are yours; +They wait on you. + +_Ar._ I never yet remember +I kept such faces, nor that I was ever able +To maintain so many. + +_Zab._ Now you are, and shall be. + +_Ar._ You'l say this house is mine too? + +_Zab._ Say it? swear it. + +_Ar._ And all this wealth? + +_Zab._ This is the least you see Sir. + +_Ar._ Why, where has this been hid these thirtie years? +For certainly I never found I was wealthie +Till this hour, never dream'd of house, and Servants. +I had thought I had been a younger Brother, a poor Gent. +I may eat boldly then. + +_Zab._ 'Tis prepar'd for ye. + +_Ar._ The taste is perfect, and most delicate: +But why for me? give me some wine, I do drink; +I feel it sensibly, and I am here, +Here in this glorious place: I am bravely us'd too, +Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to think a little, +For either I am much abus'd-- + +_Zab._ Strike Musick +And sing that lusty Song. [_Musick. Song._ + +_Ar._ Bewitching harmony! +Sure I am turn'd into another Creature. + +_Enter_ Hippolyta. + +Happy and blest, _Arnoldo_ was unfortunate; +Ha! bless mine eyes; what pretious piece of nature +To pose the world? + +_Zab._ I told you, you would see that +Would darken these poor preparations; +What think ye now? nay rise not, 'tis no vision. + +_Ar._ 'Tis more: 'tis miracle. + +_Hip._ You are welcom Sir. + +_Ar._ It speaks, and entertains me still more glorious; +She is warm, and this is flesh here: how she stirs me! +Bless me what stars are there? + +_Hip._ May I sit near ye? + +_Ar._ No, you are too pure an object to behold, +Too excellent to look upon, and live; +I must remove. + +_Zab._ She is a woman Sir, +Fy, what faint heart is this? + +_Arn._ The house of wonder. + +_Zab._ Do not you think your self now truly happy? +You have the abstract of all sweetness by ye, +The precious wealth youth labours to arrive at; +Nor is she less in honour, than in beauty, +_Ferrara's_ Royal Duke is proud to call her +His best, his Noblest, and most happy Sister, +Fortune has made her Mistress of herself, +Wealthy, and wise, without a power to sway her, +Wonder of _Italy_, of all hearts Mistress. + +_Arn._ And all this is-- + +_Zab._ _Hippolyta_ the beauteous. + +_Hip._ You are a poor relator of my fortunes, +Too weak a Chronicle to speak my blessings, +And leave out that essential part of story +I am most high and happy in, most fortunate, +The acquaintance, and the noble fellowship +Of this fair Gentleman: pray ye do not wonder, +Nor hold it strange to hear a handsome Lady +Speak freely to ye: with your fair leave and courtesie +I will sit by ye. + +_Arn._ I know not what to answer, +Nor where I am, nor to what end consider; +Why do you use me thus? + +_Hip._ Are ye angry Sir, +Because ye are entertain'd with all humanity? +Freely and nobly us'd? + +_Arn._ No gentle Lady, +That were uncivil, but it much amazes me +A stranger, and a man of no desert +Should find such floods of courtesie. + +_Hip._ I love ye, +I honour ye, the first and best of all men, +And where that fair opinion leads, 'tis usual +These trifles that but serve to set off, follow. +I would not have you proud now, nor disdainful +Because I say I love ye, though I swear it, +Nor think it a stale favour I fling on ye, +Though ye be handsome, and the only man +I must confess I ever fixt mine eye on, +And bring along all promises that please us, +Yet I should hate ye then, despise ye, scorn ye, +And with as much contempt pursue your person, +As now I do with love. But you are wiser, +At least I think, more master of your fortune, +And so I drink your health. + +_Arn._ Hold fast good honesty, +I am a lost man else. + +_Hip._ Now you may kiss me, +'Tis the first kiss, I ever askt, I swear to ye. + +_Arn._ That I dare do sweet Lady. + +_Hip._ You do it well too; +You are a Master Sir, that makes you coy. + +_Arn._ Would you would send your people off. + +_Hip._ Well thought on. +Wait all without. [_Exit_ Zab. _and Servants._ + +_Zab._ I hope she is pleas'd throughly. + +_Hip._ Why stand ye still? here's no man to detect ye, +My people are gone off: come, come, leave conjuring, +The Spirit you would raise, is here already, +Look boldly on me. + +_Arn._ What would you have me do? + +_Hip._ O most unmanly question! have you do? +Is't possible your years should want a Tutor? +I'le teach ye: come, embrace me. + +_Arn._ Fye stand off; +And give me leave, more now than e're, to wonder, +A building of so goodly a proportion, +Outwardly all exact, the frame of Heaven, +Should hide within so base inhabitants? +You are as fair, as if the morning bare ye, +Imagination never made a sweeter; +Can it be possible this frame should suffer, +And built on slight affections, fright the viewer? +Be excellent in all, as you are outward, +The worthy Mistress of those many blessings +Heaven has bestowed, make 'em appear still nobler, +Because they are trusted to a weaker keeper. +Would ye have me love ye? + +_Hip._ Yes. + +_Arn._ Not for your beauty; +Though I confess, it blowes the first fire in us, +Time as he passes by, puts out that sparkle; +Nor for your wealth, although the world kneel to it, +And make it all addition to a woman, +Fortune that ruines all, makes that his conquest; +Be honest, and be vertuous, I'le admire ye, +At least be wise, and where ye lay these nets, +Strow over 'em a little modesty, +'Twill well become your cause, and catch more Fools. + +_Hip._ Could any one that lov'd this wholesome counsel +But love the giver more? you make me fonder: +You have a vertuous mind, I want that ornament; +Is it a sin I covet to enjoy ye? +If ye imagine I am too free a Lover, +And act that part belongs to you, I am silent: +Mine eyes shall speak my blushes, parly with ye; +I will not touch your hand, but with a tremble +Fitting a Vestal Nun; not long to kiss ye, +But gently as the Air, and undiscern'd too, +I'le steal it thus: I'le walk your shadow by ye, +So still and silent that it shall be equal, +To put me off, as that, and when I covet, +To give such toyes as these-- + +_Arn._ A new temptation-- + +_Hip._ Thus like the lazie minutes will I drop 'em, +Which past once are forgotten. + +_Arn._ Excellent vice! + +_Hip._ Will ye be won? look stedfastly upon me, +Look manly, take a mans affections to you; +Young women, in the old world were not wont, Sir, +To hang out gaudy bushes for their beauties, +To talk themselves into young mens affections; +How cold and dull you are! + +_Arn._ How I stagger! +She is wise, as fair; but 'tis a wicked wisdom; +I'le choak before I yield. + +_Hip._ Who waits within there? [Zabulon _within._ +Make ready the green Chamber. + +_Zab._ It shall be Madam. + +_Arn._ I am afraid she will injoy me indeed. + +_Hip._ What Musick do ye love? + +_Arn._ A modest tongue. + +_Hip._ We'l have enough of that: fye, fye, how lumpish! +In a young Ladyes arms thus dull? + +_Arn._ For Heaven sake +Profess a little goodness. + +_Hip._ Of what Country? + +_Arn._ I am of _Rome_. + +_Hip._ Nay then I know you mock me, +The _Italians_ are not frighted with such bug-bears, +Prethee go in. + +_Arn._ I am not well. + +_Hip._ I'le make thee, +I'le kiss thee well. + +_Arn._ I am not sick of that sore. + +_Hip._ Upon my Conscience, I must ravish thee, +I shall be famous for the first example: +With this I'le tye ye first, then try your strength Sir. + +_Arn._ My strength? away base woman, I abhor thee. +I am not caught with stales, disease dwell with thee. [_Exit._ + +_Hip._ Are ye so quick? and have I lost my wishes? +Hoe, _Zabulon_; my servants. + +_Enter_ Zabulon _and_ Servants. + +_Zab._ Call'd ye Madam? + +_Hip._ Is all that beauty scorned, so many su'd for; +So many Princes? by a stranger too? +Must I endure this? + +_Zab._ Where's the Gentleman? + +_Hip._ Go presently, pursue the stranger, _Zabulon_. +He has broke from me, Jewels I have given him: +Charge him with theft: he has stoln my love, my freedome, +Draw him before the Governour, imprison him, +Why dost thou stay? + +_Zab._ I'le teach him a new dance, +For playing fast and loose with such a Lady. +Come fellows, come: I'le execute your anger, +And to the full. + +_Hip._ His scorn shall feel my vengeance.-- [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_Scena Tertia._ + + +_Enter_ Sulpicia _and_ Jaques. + +_Sul._ Shall I never see a lusty man again? + +_Ja._ Faith Mistress +You do so over-labour 'em when you have 'em, +And so dry-founder 'em, they cannot last. + +_Sul._ Where's the _French_-man? + +_Ja._ Alas, he's all to fitters, +and lyes, taking the height of his fortune with a Syringe. +He's chin'd, he's chin'd good man, he is a mourner. + +_Sul._ What's become of the _Dane_? + +_Ja._ Who? goldy-locks? +He's foul i'th' touch-hole; and recoils again, +The main Spring's weaken'd that holds up his cock, +He lies at the sign of the _Sun_, to be new breech'd. + +_Sul._ The Rutter too, is gone. + +_Ja._ O that was a brave Rascal, +He would labour like a Thrasher: but alas +What thing can ever last? he has been ill mew'd, +And drawn too soon; I have seen him in the Hospital. + +_Sul._ There was an _English_-man. + +_Ja._ I there was an _English_-man; +You'l scant find any now, to make that name good: +There were those _English_ that were men indeed, +And would perform like men, but now they are vanisht: +They are so taken up in their own Country, +And so beaten of their speed by their own women, +When they come here, they draw their legs like Hackneys: +Drink, and their own devices have undone 'em. + +_Sul._ I must have one that's strong, no life in _Lisbon_ else, +Perfect and young: my Custom with young Ladies, +And high fed City dames, will fall, and break else. +I want my self too, in mine age to nourish me: +They are all sunk I mantain'd: now what's this business, +What goodly fellow's that? + +_Enter_ Rutilio _and_ Officers. + +_Rut._ Why do you drag me? +Pox o' your justice; let me loose. + +_1 Offi._ Not so Sir. + +_Rut._ Cannot a man fall into one of your drunken Cellars, +And venture the breaking on's neck, your trap-doors open, +But he must be us'd thus rascally? + +_1 Offi._ What made you wandring +So late i'th' night? you know that is imprisonment. + +_Rut._ May be I walk in my sleep. + +_2 Offi._ May be we'l walk ye. +What made you wandring Sir, into that vault +Where all the City store, and the Munition lay? + +_Rut._ I fell into it by chance, I broke my shins for't: +Your worships feel not that: I knockt my head +Against a hundred posts, would you had had it. +Cannot I break my neck in my own defence? + +_2 Offi._ This will not serve: you cannot put it off so, +Your coming thither was to play the villain, +To fire the Powder, to blow up that part o'th' City. + +_Rut._ Yes, with my nose: why were the trap-doors open? +Might not you fall, or you, had you gone that way? +I thought your City had sunk. + +_1 Offi._ You did your best Sir, +We must presume, to help it into th' Air, +If you call that sinking: we have told you what's the law, +He that is taken there, unless a Magistrate, +And have command in that place, presently +If there be nothing found apparent near him +Worthy his torture, or his present death, +Must either pay his fine for his presumption, +(Which is six hundred Duckets) or for six years +Tug at an Oar i'th' Gallies: will ye walk Sir, +For we presume you cannot pay the penalty. + +_Rut._ Row in the Gallies, after all this mischief? + +_2 Offi._ May be you were drunk, they'l keep you sober there. + +_Rut._ Tug at an Oar? you are not arrant rascals, +To catch me in a pit-fall, and betray me? + +_Sul._ A lusty minded man. + +_Ja._ A wondrous able. + +_Sul._ Pray Gentlemen, allow me but that liberty +To speak a few words with your prisoner, +And I shall thank you. + +_1 Offi._ Take your pleasure Lady. + +_Sul._ What would you give that woman should redeem ye, +Redeem ye from this slavery? + +_Rut._ Besides my service +I would give her my whole self, I would be her vassal. + +_Sul._ She has reason to expect as much, considering +The great sum she pays for't, yet take comfort, +What ye shall do to merit this, is easie, +And I will be the woman shall befriend ye, +'Tis but to entertain some handsome Ladies, +And young fair Gentlewomen: you guess the way: +But giving of your mind-- + +_Rut._ I am excellent at it: +You cannot pick out such another living. +I understand ye: is't not thus? + +_Sul._ Ye have it. + +_Rut._ Bring me a hundred of 'em: I'le dispatch 'em. +I will be none but yours: should another offer +Another way to redeem me, I should scorn it. +What women you shall please: I am monstrous lusty: +Not to be taken down: would you have Children? +I'le get you those as fast, and thick as flie-blows. + +_Sul._ I admire him: wonder at him! + +_Rut._ Hark ye Lady, +You may require sometimes-- + +_Sul._ I by my faith. + +_Rut._ And you shall have it by my faith, and handsomly: +This old Cat will suck shrewdly: you have no Daughters? +I flye at all: now am I in my Kingdom. +Tug at an Oar? no, tug in a Feather-bed, +With good warm Caudles; hang your bread and water, +I'le make you young again, believe that Lady. +I will so frubbish you. + +_Sul._ Come, follow Officers, +This Gentleman is free: I'le pay the Duckets. + +_Rut._ And when you catch me in your City-powdring-tub +Again, boil me with Cabbidge. + +_1 Offi._ You are both warn'd and arm'd Sir. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_Scena Quarta._ + + +_Enter_ Leopold, Hippolyta, Zenocia. + +_Zen._ Will your Ladyship wear this Dressing? + +_Hip._ Leave thy prating: +I care not what I wear. + +_Zen._ Yet 'tis my duty +To know your pleasure, and my worst affliction +To see you discontented. + +_Hip._ Weeping too? +Prethee forgive me: I am much distemper'd, +And speak I know not what: to make thee amends +The Gown that I wore yesterday, is thine; +Let it alone awhile. + +_Leo._ Now you perceive, +And taste her bounty. + +_Zen._ Much above my merit. + +_Leo._ But have you not yet found a happy time +To move for me. + +_Zen._ I have watched all occasions, +But hitherto, without success: yet doubt not +But I'le embrace the first means. + +_Leo._ Do, and prosper: +Excellent creature, whose perfections make +Even sorrow lovely, if your frowns thus take me, +What would your smiles doe? + +_Hip._ Pox o' this stale Courtship: +If I have any power. + +_Leo._ I am commanded, +Obedience is the Lovers sacrifice +Which I pay gladly. + +_Hip._ To be forc'd to wooe, +Being a woman, could not but torment me, +But bringing for my advocates, youth and beauty, +Set off with wealth, and then to be deni'd too +Do's comprehend all tortures. They flatter'd me, +That said my looks were charms, my touches fetters, +My locks soft chains, to bind the arms of Princes, +And make them in that wish'd for bondage, happy. +I am like others of a coarser feature, +As weak to allure, but in my dotage, stronger: +I am no _Circe_; he, more than _Ulysses_, +Scorns all my offer'd bounties, slights my favours, +And, as I were some new Egyptian, flyes me, +Leaving no pawn, but my own shame behind him. +But he shall finde, that in my fell revenge, +I am a woman: one that never pardons +The rude contemner of her proffered sweetness. + +_Enter_ Zabulon. + +_Zab._ Madam, 'tis done. + +_Hip._ What's done? + +_Zab._ The uncivill stranger +Is at your suite arrested. + +_Hip._ 'Tis well handled. + +_Zab._ And under guard sent to the Governour, +With whom my testimony, and the favour +He bears your Ladiship, have so prevail'd +That he is sentenc'd. + +_Hip._ How? + +_Zab._ To lose his head. + +_Hip._ Is that the means to quench the scorching heat +Of my inrag'd desires? must innocence suffer, +'Cause I am faulty? or is my Love so fatall +That of necessity it must destroy +The object it most longs for? dull _Hippolyta_, +To think that injuries could make way for love, +When courtesies were despis'd: that by his death +Thou shouldst gain that, which only thou canst hope for +While he is living: My honour's at the stake now, +And cannot be preserv'd, unless he perish, +The enjoying of the thing I love, I ever +Have priz'd above my fame: why doubt I now then? +One only way is left me, to redeem all: +Make ready my Caroch. + +_Leo._ What will you Madam? + +_Hip._ And yet I am impatient of such stay: +Bind up my hair: fye, fye, while that is doing +The Law may seise his life: thus as I am then, +Not like _Hippolyta_, but a _Bacchanal_ +My frantique Love transports me. [_Exit._ + +_Leo._ Sure she's distracted. + +_Zab._ Pray you follow her: I will along with you: +I more than ghess the cause: women that love +Are most uncertain, and one minute crave, +What in another they refuse to have. [_Exit._ + + + + +_Scena Quinta._ + + +_Enter_ Clodio, Charino. + +_Clo._ Assure thy self _Charino_, I am alter'd +From what I was; the tempests we have met with +In our uncertain voyage, were smooth gales +Compar'd to those, the memory of my lusts +Rais'd in my Conscience: and if ere again +I live to see _Zenocia_, I will sue, +And seek to her as a Lover, and a Servant, +And not command affection, like a Tyrant. + +_Char._ In hearing this, you make me young again, +And Heaven, it seems, favouring this good change in you +In setting of a period to our dangers +Gives us fair hopes to find that here in _Lisbon_ +Which hitherto in vain we long have sought for. +I have receiv'd assur'd intelligence, +Such strangers have been seen here: and though yet +I cannot learn their fortunes, nor the place +Of their abode, I have a Soul presages +A fortunate event here. + +_Clo._ There have pass'd +A mutual enterchange of courtesies +Between me, and the Governour; therefore boldly +We may presume of him, and of his power +If we finde cause to use them, otherwise +I would not be known here, and these disguises +Will keep us from discovery. + +_Enter_ Manuel, Doctor, Arnoldo, Guard. + +_Char._ What are these? + +_Clo._ The Governour: with him my Rival, bound. + +_Char._ For certain 'tis _Arnoldo_. + +_Clo._ Let's attend +What the success will be. + +_Mar._ Is't possible +There should be hope of his recovery, +His wounds so many and so deadly? + +_Doct._ So they appear'd at first, but the blood stop'd, +His trance forsook him, and on better search +We found they were not mortal. + +_Man._ Use all care +To perfect this unhop'd for cure: that done +Propose your own rewards: and till you shall +Hear farther from me, for some ends I have, +Conceal it from his Mother. + +_Doct._ Wee'l not fail Sir. [_Exit._ + +_Man._ You still stand confident on your innocence. + +_Arn._ It is my best and last guard, which I will not +Leave, to relye on your uncertain mercy. + +_Enter_ Hippolyta, Zabulon, Leopold, Zenocia, 2 Servants. + +_Hip._ Who bad you follow me! Goe home, and you Sir, +As you respect me, goe with her. + +_Arn._ _Zenocia_! +And in her house a Servant! + +_Char._ 'Tis my Daughter. + +_Clo._ My love? Contain your joy, observe the sequel. [_Zen. passes._ + +_Man._ Fye Madam, how undecent 'tis for you, +So far unlike your self to bee seen thus +In th' open streets? why do you kneel? pray you rise, +I am acquainted with the wrong, and loss +You have sustain'd, and the Delinquent now +Stands ready for his punishment. + +_Hip._ Let it fall, Sir, +On the offender: he is innocent, +And most unworthy of these bonds he wears, +But I made up of guilt. + +_Man._ What strange turn's this? + +_Leo._ This was my prisoner once. + +_Hip._ If chastity +In a young man, and tempted to the height too +Did ere deserve reward, or admiration, +He justly may claim both. Love to his person +(Or if you please give it a fouler name) +Compel'd me first to train him to my house, +All engines I rais'd there to shake his vertue, +Which in the assault were useless; he unmov'd still +As if he had no part of humane frailty. +Against the nature of my Sex, almost +I plaid the Ravisher. You might have seen +In our contention, young _Apollo_ fly +And love-sick _Daphne_ follow, all arts failing, +By flight he wan the victory, breaking from +My scorn'd embraces: the repulse (in women +Unsufferable) invited me to practise +A means to be reveng'd: and from this grew +His Accusation, and the abuse +Of your still equall justice: My rage ever +Thanks heaven, though wanton, I found not my self +So far engag'd to Hell, to prosecute +To the death what I had plotted, for that love +That made me first desire him, then accuse him, +Commands me with the hazard of my self +First to entreat his pardon, then acquit him. + +_Man._ What ere you are, so much I love your vertue, +That I desire your friendship: do you unloose him +From those bonds, you are worthy of: your repentance +Makes part of satisfaction; yet I must +Severely reprehend you. + +_Leo._ I am made +A stale on all parts: But this fellow shall +Pay dearly for her favour. + +_Arn._ My life's so full +Of various changes, that I now despair +Of any certain port; one trouble ending, +A new, and worse succeeds it: what should _Zenocia_ +Do in this womans house? Can chastity +And hot Lust dwell together without infection? +I would not be or jealous, or secure, +Yet something must be done, to sound the depth on't: +That she lives is my bliss, but living there, +A hell of torments; there's no way to her +In whom I live, but by this door, through which +To me 'tis death to enter, yet I must, +And will make tryal. + +_Man._ Let me hear no more +Of these devices, Lady: this I pardon, +And at your intercession I forgive +Your instrument the Jew too: get you home. +The hundred thousand crowns you lent the City +Towards the setting forth of the last Navy +Bound for the Islands, was a good then, which +I ballance with your ill now. + +_Char._ Now Sir, to him, +You know my Daughter needs it. + +_Hip._ Let me take +A farewell with mine eye, Sir, though my lip +Be barr'd the Ceremonie, courtesie +And Custom too allows of. + +_Arn._ Gentle Madam, +I neither am so cold, nor so ill bred +But that I dare receive it: you are unguarded, +And let me tell you that I am asham'd +Of my late rudeness, and would gladly therefore +If you please to accept my ready service +Wait on you to your house. + +_Hip._ Above my hope: +Sir, if an Angel were to be my convoy, +He should not be more welcom.-- [_Ex._ Arn. _and_ Hip. + +_Clo._ Now you know me. + +_Man._ Yes Sir, and honour you: ever remembring +Your many bounties, being ambitious only +To give you cause to say by some one service +That I am not ungratefull. + +_Clod._ 'Tis now offer'd: +I have a suit to you, and an easie one, +Which e're long you shall know. + +_Man._ When you think fit Sir, +And then as a command I will receive it, +Till when, most welcom: you are welcom too Sir, +'Tis spoken from the heart, and therefore needs not +Much protestation: at your better leisure +I will enquire the cause that brought you hither: +In the mean time serve you. + +_Clod._ You out-doe me Sir. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._ + + +_Enter_ Duarte, Doctor. + +_Dua._ You have bestow'd on me a second life, +For which I live your creature, and have better'd +What nature fram'd unperfect, my first being +Insolent pride made monstrous; but this later +In learning me to know my self, hath taught me +Not to wrong others. + +_Doct._ Then we live indeed, +When we can goe to rest without alarm +Given every minute to a guilt-sick conscience +To keep us waking, and rise in the morning +Secure in being innocent: but when +In the remembrance of our worser actions +We ever bear about us whips and furies, +To make the day a night of sorrow to us, +Even life's a burthen. + +_Dua._ I have found and felt it; +But will endeavour having first made peace +With those intestine enemies my rude passions, +To be so with man-kind: but worthy Doctor, +Pray if you can resolve me; was the Gentleman +That left me dead, ere brought unto his tryal? + +_Doct._ Not known, nor apprehended. + +_Dua._ That's my grief. + +_Doct._ Why, do you wish he had been punished? + +_Dua._ No, +The stream of my swoln sorrow runs not that way: +For could I find him, as I vow to Heaven +It shall be my first care to seek him out, +I would with thanks acknowledge that his sword, +In opening my veins, which proud bloud poison'd, +Gave the first symptoms of true health. + +_Doct._ 'Tis in you +A Christian resolution: that you live +Is by the Governours, your Uncles charge +As yet conceal'd. And though a sons loss never +Was solemniz'd with more tears of true sorrow +Than have been paid by your unequal'd Mother +For your supposed death, she's not acquainted +With your recovery. + +_Dua._ For some few dayes +Pray let her so continue: thus disguis'd +I may abroad unknown. + +_Doct._ Without suspicion +Of being discovered. + +_Dua._ I am confident +No moisture sooner dies than womens tears, +And therefore though I know my Mother vertuous, +Yet being one of that frail sex I purpose +Her farther tryal. + +_Doct._ That as you think fit--I'le not betray you. + +_Dua._ To find out this stranger +This true Physician of my mind and manners +Were such a blessing. He seem'd poor, and may +Perhaps be now in want; would I could find him. +The Innes I'le search first, then the publick Stewes; +He was of _Italy_, and that Country breeds not +Precisians that way, but hot Libertines; +And such the most are: 'tis but a little travail: +I am unfurnisht too, pray Mr. Doctor, +Can you supply me? + +_Doct._ With what summ you please. + +_Dua._ I will not be long absent. + +_Doct._ That I wish too; +For till you have more strength, I would not have you +To be too bold. + +_Dua._ Fear not, I will be carefull. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Leopold, Zabulon, Bravo. + +_Zab._ I have brought him Sir, a fellow that will do it +Though Hell stood in his way, ever provided +You pay him for't. + +_Leop._ He has a strange aspect, +And looks much like the figure of a hang-man +In a table of the Passion. + +_Zab._ He transcends +All precedents, believe it, a flesh'd ruffian, +That hath so often taken the Strappado, +That 'tis to him but as a lofty trick +Is to a tumbler: he hath perused too +All Dungeons in _Portu[g]al_, thrice seven years +Rowed in the Galleys for three several murthers, +Though I presume that he has done a hundred, +And scap't unpunisht. + +_Leop._ He is much in debt to you, +You set him off so well. What will you take Sir +To beat a fellow for me, that thus wrong'd me? + +_Bra._ To beat him say you? + +_Leop._ Yes, beat him to lameness, +To cut his lips or nose off; any thing, +That may disfigure him. + +_Bra._ Let me consider? +Five hundred pistolets for such a service +I think were no dear penniworth. + +_Zab._ Five hundred! +Why there are of your Brother-hood in the City, +I'le undertake, shall kill a man for twenty. + +_Bra._ Kill him? I think so; I'le kill any man +For half the mony. + +_Leop._ And will you ask more +For a sound beating than a murther? + +_Bra._ I Sir, +And with good reason, for a dog that's dead, +The Spanish proverb says, will never bite: +But should I beat or hurt him only, he may +Recover, and kill me. + +_Leo._ A good conclusion, +The obduracie of this rascal makes me tender. +I'le run some other course, there's your reward +Without the employment. + +_Bra._ For that as you please Sir; +When you have need to kill a man, pray use me, +But I am out at beating. [_Exit._ + +_Zab._ What's to be done then? + +_Leop._ I'le tell thee _Zabulon_, and make thee privy +To my most near designs: this stranger, which +_Hippolyta_ so dotes on, was my prisoner +When the last Virgin, I bestowed upon her, +Was made my prize; how he escaped, hereafter +I'le let thee know; and it may be the love +He bears the servant, makes him scorn the Mistris. + +_Zab._ 'Tis not unlike; for the first time he saw her +His looks exprest so much, and for more proof +Since he came to my Ladys house, though yet +He never knew her, he hath practis'd with me +To help him to a conference, without +The knowledge of _Hippolyta_; which I promis'd. + +_Leop._ And by all means perform it for their meeting, +But work it so, that my disdainful Mistris +(Whom, notwithstanding all her injuries, +'Tis my hard fate to love) may see and hear them. + +_Zab._ To what end Sir? + +_Leop._ This _Zabulon_: when she sees +Who is her rival, and her Lovers baseness +To leave a Princess for her bondwoman, +The sight will make her scorn, what now she dotes on, +I'le double thy reward. + +_Zab._ You are like to speed then: +For I confess what you will soon believe, +We serve them best that are most apt to give, +For you, I'le place you where you shall see all, and yet be unobserv'd. + +_Leop._ That I desire too. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Arnoldo. + +_Arn._ I cannot see her yet, how it afflicts me +The poyson of this place should mix it self +With her pure thoughts? 'Twas she that was commanded, +Or my eyes failed me grosly; that youth, that face +And all that noble sweetness. May she not live here, +And yet be honest still? + +_Enter_ Zenocia. + +_Zen._ It is _Arnoldo_, +From all his dangers free; fortune I bless thee. +My noble husband! how my joy swells in me, +But why in this place? what business hath he here? +He cannot hear of me, I am not known here. +I left him vertuous; how I shake to think now! +And how that joy I had, cools, and forsakes me! + +_Enter above_ Hippolyta _and_ Zabulon. + +This Lady is but fair, I have been thought so +Without compare admired; She has bewitched him +And he forgot-- + +_Arn._ 'Tis she again, the same--the same _Zenocia_. + +_Zab._ There they are together.--Now you may mark. + +_Hip._ Peace, let 'em parly. + +_Arn._ That you are well _Zenocia_, and once more +Bless my despairing eyes, with your wisht presence, +I thank the gods; but that I meet you here-- + +_Hip._ They are acquainted. + +_Zab._ I found that secret Madam, +When you co[m]manded her go home: pray hear 'em. + +_Zen._ That you meet me here, ne're blush at that _Arnoldo_. +Your coming comes too late: I am a woman, +And one woman with another may be trusted; +Do you fear the house? + +_Arn._ More than a fear, I know it, +Know it not good, not honest. + +_Zen._ What do you here then? +I'th' name of vertue why do you approach it? +Will you confess the doubt and yet pursue it? +Where have your eyes been wandring, my _Arnoldo_? +What constancy, what faith do you call this? Fie, +Aim at one wanton mark, and wound another? +I do confess, the Lady fair, most beauteous, +And able to betray a strong mans liberty, + [Leopold _places himself unseen below._ +But you that have a love, a wife--you do well +To deal thus wisely with me: yet _Arnoldo_, +Since you are pleas'd to study a new beauty, +And think this old and ill, beaten with misery, +Study a nobler way for shame to love me, +Wrong not her honesty. + +_Arn._ You have confirm'd me. + +_Zen._ Who though she be your wife, will never hinder you, +So much I rest a servant to your wishes, +And love your Loves, though they be my destructions, +No man shall know me, nor the share I have in thee, +No eye suspect I am able to prevent you, +For since I am a slave to this great Lady, +Whom I perceive you follow, + +_Arn._ Be not blinded. + +_Zen._ Fortune shall make me useful to your service, +I will speak for you. + +_Arn._ Speak for me? you wrong me. + +_Zen._ I will endeavour all the wayes I am able +To make her think well of you; will that please? +To make her dote upon you, dote to madness, +So far against my self I will obey you. +But when that's done, and I have shewed this duty, +This great obedience, few will buy it at my price, +Thus will I shake hands with you, wish you well, +But never see you more, nor receive comfort +From any thing, _Arnoldo_. + +_Arn._ You are too tender; +I neither doubt you, nor desire longer +To be a man, and live, than I am honest +And only yours; our infinite affections +Abus'd us both. + +_Zab._ Where are your favours now? +The courtesies you shew'd this stranger, Madam? + +_Hip._ Have I now found the cause? + +_Zab._ Attend it further. + +_Zen._ Did she invite you, do you say? + +_Arn._ Most cunningly, +And with a preparation of that state +I was brought in and welcom'd. + +_Zen._ Seem'd to love you? + +_Arn._ Most infinitely, at first sight, most dotingly. + +_Zen._ She is a goodly Lady. + +_Arn._ Wondrous handsom: +At first view, being taken unprepar'd, +Your memory not present then to assist me, +She seem'd so glorious sweet, and so far stir'd me, +Nay be not jealous, there's no harm done. + +_Zen._ Prethee--didst thou not kiss, _Arnoldo_? + +_Arn._ Yes faith did I. + +_Zen._ And then-- + +_Arn._ I durst not, did not-- + +_Zen._ I forgive you, +Come tell the truth. + +_Arn._ May be I lay with her. + +_Hip._ He mocks me too, most basely. + +_Zen._ Did ye faith? did ye forget so far? + +_Arn._ Come, come, no weeping; +I would have lyen first in my grave, believe that. +Why will you ask those things you would not hear? +She is too untemperate to betray my vertues, +Too openly lascivious: had she dealt +But with that seeming modesty she might, +And flung a little Art upon her ardor, +But 'twas forgot, and I forgot to like her, +And glad I was deceiv'd. No my _Zenocia_, +My first love here begun, rests here unreapt yet, +And here for ever. + +_Zen._ You have made me happy, +Even in the midst of bondage blest. + +_Zab._ You see now +What rubs are in your way. + +_Hip._ And quickly _Zabulon_ +I'le root 'em out.--Be sure you do this presently. + +_Zab._ Do not you alter then. + +_Hip._ I am resolute. [_Exit Zabulon._ + +_Arn._ To see you only I came hither last, +Drawn by no love of hers, nor base allurements, +For by this holy light I hate her heartily. + +_Leop._ I am glad of that, you have sav'd me so much vengeance +And so much fear, +From this hour fair befal you. + +_Arn._ Some means I shall make shortly to redeem you, +Till when, observe her well, and fit her temper, +Only her lust contemn. + +_Zen._ When shall I see you? + +_Arn._ I will live hereabouts, and bear her fair still, +Till I can find a fit hour to redeem you. + +_Hip._ Shut all the doors. + +_Arn._ Who's that? + +_Zen._ We are betray'd, +The Lady of the house has heard our parly, +Seen us, and seen our Loves. + +_Hip._ You courteous Gallant, +You that scorn all I can bestow, that laugh at +The afflictions, and the groans I suffer for you, +That slight and jeer my love, contemn the fortune +My favours can fling on you, have I caught you? +Have I now found the cause? ye fool my wishes; +Is mine own slave, my bane? I nourish that +That sucks up my content. I'le pray no more, +Nor wooe no more; thou shalt see foolish man, +And to thy bitter pain and anguish, look on +The vengeance I shall take, provok'd and slighted; +Redeem her then, and steal her hence: ho _Zabulon_ +Now to your work. + +_Enter_ Zabulon, _and_ Servants, _some holding_ Arnoldo, +_some ready with a cord to strangle_ Zenocia. + +_Arn._ Lady, but hear me speak first, +As you have pity. + +_Hip._ I have none. You taught me, +When I even hung about your neck, you scorn'd me. + +_Zab._ Shall we pluck yet? + +_Hip._ No, hold a little _Zabulon_, +I'le pluck his heart-strings first: now am I worthy +A little of your love? + +_Arn._ I'le be your Servant, +Command me through what danger you shall aime at, +Let it be death. + +_Hip._ Be sure Sir, I shall fit you. + +_Arn._ But spare this Virgin. + +_Hip._ I would spare that villain first, +Had cut my Fathers throat. + +_Arn._ Bounteous Lady, +If in your sex there be that noble softness, +That tenderness of heart, women are crown'd for-- + +_Zen._ Kneel not _Arnoldo_, doe her not that honour, +She is not worthy such submission, +I scorn a life depends upon her pity. +Proud woman do thy worst, and arm thy anger +With thoughts as black as Hell, as hot and bloody, +I bring a patience here, shall make 'em blush, +An innocence, shall outlook thee, and death too. + +_Arn._ Make me your slave, I give my freedom to ye, +For ever to be fetter'd to your service; +'Twas I offended, be not so unjust then, +To strike the innocent, this gentle maid +Never intended fear and doubt against you: +She is your Servant, pay not her observance +With cruel looks, her duteous faith with death. + +_Hip._ Am I fair now? now am I worth your liking? + +_Zen._ Not fair, not to be liked, thou glorious Devil, +Thou vernisht piece of lust, thou painted fury. + +_Arn._ Speak gently sweet, speak gently. + +_Zen._ I'le speak nobly. +'Tis not the saving of a life I aim at, +Mark me lascivious woman, mark me truly, +And then consider, how I weigh thy anger. +Life is no longer mine, nor dear unto me, +Than usefull to his honour I preserve it. +If thou hadst studied all the courtesies +Humanity and noble blood are linkt to, +Thou couldst not have propounded such a benefit, +Nor heapt upon me such unlookt for honour +As dying for his sake, to be his Martyr, +'Tis such a grace. + +_Hip._ You shall not want that favour, +Let your bones work miracles. + +_Arn._ Dear Lady +By those fair eyes-- + +_Hip._ There is but this way left ye +To save her life.-- + +_Arn._ Speak it, and I embrace it. + +_Hip._ Come to my private chamber presently, +And there, what love and I command-- + +_Arn._ I'le doe it, +Be comforted _Zenocia_. + +_Zen._ Do not do this +To save me, do not lose your self I charge you, +I charge you by your love, that love [you] bear me; +That love, that constant love you have twin'd to me, +By all your promises, take heed you keep 'em, +Now is your constant tryal. If thou dost this, +Or mov'st one foot, to guide thee to her lust, +My curses and eternal hate pursue thee. +Redeem me at the base price of dis-loyalty? +Must my undoubted honesty be thy Bawd too? +Go and intwine thy self about that body; +Tell her, for my life thou hast lost thine honour, +Pull'd all thy vows from heaven, basely, most basely +Stoop'd to the servile flames of that foul woman, +To add an hour to me that hate thee for it, +Know thee not again, nor name thee for a Husband. + +_Arn._ What shall I do to save her? + +_Hip._ How now, what hast there? + +_Enter a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ The Governour, attended with some Gentlemen, +Are newly entred, to speak with your Ladiship. + +_Hip._ Pox o' their business, reprieve her for this hour, +I shall have other time. + +_Arn._ Now fortune help us. + +_Hip._ I'le meet 'em presently: retire awhile all. [_Exeunt._ + +_Zab._ You rise to day upon your right side Lady; +You know the danger too, and may prevent it, +And if you suffer her to perish thus, +As she must do, and suddenly, believe it, +Unless you stand her friend; you know the way on't, +I guess you poorly love her, less your fortune. +Let her know nothing, and perform this matter, +There are hours ordained for several businesses, +You understand. + +_Arn._ I understand you Bawd Sir, +And such a Counsellour I never car'd for. + +_Enter the_ Governour, Clodio, Leopold, Charino _and_ +Attendants _at one door_, Hippolyta _at the other._ + +_Hip._ Your Lordship does me honour. + +_Gover._ Fair _Hippolyta_, +I am come to ease you of a charge. + +_Hip._ I keep none +I count a burthen Sir: and yet I lye too. + +_Gover._ Which is the Maid; is she here? + +_Clod._ Yes Sir, +This is she, this is _Zenocia_, +The very same I sued to your Lordship for. + +_Zen._ _Clodio_ again? more misery? more ruin? +Under what angry star is my life govern'd? + +_Gov._ Come hither Maid, you are once more a free woman, +Here I discharge your bonds. + +_Arn._ Another smile, +Another trick of fortune to betray us! + +_Hip._ Why does your Lordship use me so unnobly? +Against my will to take away my bond-woman? + +_Gov._ She was no lawful prize, therefore no bond-woman: +She's of that Country we hold friendship with, +And ever did, and therefore to be used +With entertainment, fair and courteous. +The breach of League in us gives foul example, +Therefore you must be pleas'd to think this honest; +Did you know what she was? + +_Leop._ Not till this instant; +For had I known her, she had been no prisoner. + +_Gov._ There, take the Maid, she is at her own dispose now, +And if there be ought else to do your honour +Any poor service in-- + +_Clod._ I am vowed your servant. + +_Arn._ Your Father's here too, that's our only comfort, +And in a Country now, we stand free people, +Where _Clodio_ has no power, be comforted. + +_Zen._ I fear some trick yet. + +_Arn._ Be not so dejected. + +_Gover._ You must not be displeas'd; so farewel Lady. +Come Gentlemen; Captain, you must with me too, +I have a little business. + +_Leop._ I attend your Lordship: +Now my way's free, and my hope's Lord again. + [_Exeunt all but_ Hip. _and_ Zab. + +_Hip._ D'ye jeer me now ye are going? +I may live yet--to make you howl both. + +_Zab._ You might have done; you had power then, +But now the chains are off, the command lost, +And such a story they will make of this +To laugh out lazie time. + +_Hip._ No means yet left me? +For now I burst with anger: none to satisfie me? +No comfort? no revenge? + +_Zab._ You speak too late; +You might have had all these, your useful servants, +Had you been wise, and suddain: what power, or will +Over her beauty, have you now? by violence +To constrain his love; she is as free as you are, +And no law can impeach her liberty, +And whilst she is so, _Arnoldo_ will despise you. + +_Hip._ Either my love or anger must be satisfied, +Or I must dye. + +_Zab._ I have a way wou'd do it, +Wou'd do it yet, protect me from the Law. + +_Hip._ From any thing; thou knowest what power I have, +What mony, and what friends. + +_Zab._ 'Tis a devilish one: +But such must now be us'd: walk in, I'le tell you; +And if you like it, if the Devil can do any thing-- + +_Hip._ Devil, or what thou wilt, so I be satisfied. [_Ex._ + +_Enter_ Sulpitia, _and_ Jaques. + +_Sulp._ This is the rarest and the lustiest fellow, +And so bestirs himself-- + +_Jaq._ Give him breath Mistress, +You'l melt him else. + +_Sulp._ He does perform such wonders-- +The women are mad on him. + +_Jaq._ Give him breath I say; +The man is but a man, he must have breath. + +_Sulp._ How many had he yesterday? +And they paid bravely too. + +_Jaq._ About fourteen, +But still I cry give breath, spare him and have him. + +_Sulp._ Five Dames to day; this was a small stage, +He may endure five more. + +_Jaq._ Breath, breath I cry still; +Body o' me give breath, the man's a lost man else. +Feed him and give him breath. + +_Enter_ 2 Gentlewomen. + +_Sulp._ Welcome Gentlewomen, +Y'are very welcome. + +_1 Gen._ We hear you have a lusty and well complexion'd fellow +That does rare tricks; my Sister and my self here, +Would trifle out an hour or two, so please you. + +_Sulp._ _Jaques_, conduct 'em in. + +_Both._ There's for your courtesie. [_Ex._ Jaq. _and_ Gent. + +_Sulp._ Good pay still, good round pay, this happy fellow +Will set me up again; he brings in gold +Faster than I have leisure to receive it. +O that his body were not flesh and fading; +But I'le so pap him up--nothing too dear for him; +What a sweet scent he has?--Now what news _Jaques_? + +_Jaq._ He cannot last, I pity the poor man, +I suffer for him; two Coaches of young City dames, +And they drive as the Devil were in the wheels, +Are ready now to enter: and behind these +An old dead-palsied Lady in a Litter, +And she makes all the haste she can: the man's lost, +You may gather up his dry bones to make Nine-pins, +But for his flesh. + +_Sulp._ These are but easie labours +Yet, for I know he must have rest. + +_Ja._ He must--you'll beat him off his legs else presently. + +_Sul._ Go in, and bid him please himself, I am pleas'd too: +To morrow's a new day; but if he can +I would have him take pity o' the old Lady. +Alas 'tis charity. + +_Jaq._ I'le tell him all this, +And if he be not too fool-hardy. + +_Enter_ Zabulon. + +_Sulp._ How now? +What news with you? + +_Zab._ You must presently +Shew all the art you have, and for my Lady. + +_Sulp._ She may command. + +_Zab._ You must not dream nor trifle. + +_Sulp._ Which way? + +_Zab._ A spell you must prepare, a powerful one, +Peruse but these directions, you shall find all; +There is the picture too, be quick, and faithful, +And do it with that strength--when 'tis perform'd, +Pitch your reward at what you please, you have it. + +_Sul._ I'le do my best, and suddenly: but hark ye, +Will you never lye at home again? + +_Zab._ Excuse me, +I have too much business yet. + +_Sulp._ I am right glad on't. + +_Zab._ Think on your business, so farewel. + +_Sulp._ I'le do it. + +_Zab._ Within this hour I'le visit you again +And give you greater lights. + +_Sulp._ I shall observe ye; +This brings a brave reward, bravely I'le do it, +And all the hidden art I have, express in't. [_Exeunt at both doors._ + +_Enter_ Rutilio _with a Night-cap._ + +_Rut._ Now do I look as if I were Crow-trodden, +Fye, how my hams shrink under me! O me, +I am broken-winded too; is this a life? +Is this the recreation I have aim'd at? +I had a body once, a handsome body, +And wholesome too. Now I appear like a rascal, +That had been hung a year or two in Gibbets. +Fye how I faint! women? keep me from women; +Place me before a Cannon, 'tis a pleasure; +Stretch me upon a Rack, a recreation; +But women? women? O the Devil! women? +_Curtius_ Gulf was never half so dangerous. +Is there no way to find the Trap-door again, +And fall into the Cellar, and be taken? +No lucky fortune to direct me that way? +No Gallies to be got, nor yet no Gallows? +For I fear nothing now, no earthly thing +But these unsatisfied Men-leeches, women. +How devilishly my bones ake! O the old Lady! +I have a kind of waiting-woman lyes cross my back too, +O how she stings! no treason to deliver me? +Now what are you? do you mock me? + + _Enter_ 3. _with Night-caps very faintly._ + +_1_ No Sir, no; +We were your Predecessors in this place. + +_2_ And come to see you bear up. + +_Rut._ Good Gentlemen; +You seem to have a snuffing in your head Sir, +A parlous snuffing, but this same dampish air-- + +_2_ A dampish air indeed. + +_Rut._ Blow your face tenderly, +Your nose will ne're endure it: mercy o' me, +What are men chang'd to here? is my nose fast yet? +Me thinks it shakes i'th' hilts: pray tell me gentlemen, +How long is't since you flourisht here? + +_3_ Not long since. + +_Rut._ Move your self easily, I see you are tender, +Nor long endured. + +_2_ The labour was so much Sir, +And so few to perform it-- + +_Rut._ Must I come to this? +And draw my legs after me like a lame Dog? +I cannot run away, I am too feeble: +Will you sue for this place again Gentlemen? + +_1_ No truly Sir, the place has been too warm for our complexions. +We have enough on't, rest you merry Sir, +We came but to congratulate your fortune, +You have abundance. + +_3_ Bear your fortune soberly, +And so we leave you to the next fair Lady. [_Ex. the_ 3. + +_Rut._ Stay but a little, and I'le meet you Gentlemen, +At the next Hospital: there's no living thus, +Nor am I able to endure it longer, +With all the helps and heats that can be given me, +I am at my trot already: they are fair and young +Most of the women that repair unto me, +But they stick on like Burs, shake me like Feathers. + +_Enter_ Sulpitia. + +More Women yet? +Would I were honestly married +To any thing that had but half a face, +And not a groat to keep her, nor a smock, +That I might be civilly merry when I pleased, +Rather than labouring in these Fulling-mills. + +_Sul._ By this the spell begins to work: you are lusty, +I see you bear up bravely yet. + +_Rut._ Do you hear Lady, +Do not make a game-bear of me, to play me hourly, +And fling on all your whelps; it would not hold; +Play me with some discretion; to day one course, +And two dayes hence another. + +_Sulp._ If you be so angry +Pay back the mony I redeem'd you at +And take your course, I can have men enough: +You have cost me a hundred crowns since you came hither, +In Broths and strength[n]ing Caudles; till you do pay me, +If you will eat and live, you shall endeavour, +I'le chain you to't else. + +_Rut._ Make me a Dog-kennel, +I'le keep your house and bark, and feed on bare bones, +And be whipt out o' doors, +Do you mark me Lady? whipt, +I'le eat old shoes. + +_Enter_ Duarte. + +_Dua._ In this house I am told +There is a stranger, of a goodly person, +And such a one there was; if I could see him, +I yet remember him. + +_Sulp._ Your business Sir, +If it be for a woman, ye are couzen'd, +I keep none here. [_Exit._ + +_Dua._ Certain this is the Gentleman; +The very same. + +_Rut._ Death, if I had but mony, +Or any friend to bring me from this bondage, +I would Thresh, set up a Cobler's shop, keep Hogs, +And feed with 'em, sell Tinder-boxes, +And Knights of Ginger-bread, Thatch for three +Half pence a day, and think it Lordly, +From this base Stallion trade: why does he eye me, +Eye me so narrowly? + +_Dua._ It seems you are troubled Sir, +I heard you speak of want. + +_Rut._ 'Tis better hearing +Far, than relieving Sir. + +_Dua._ I do not think so, you know me not. + +_Rut._ Not yet that I remember. + +_Dua._ You shall, and for your friend: I am beholding to ye, +Greatly beholding Sir; if you remember, +You fought with such a man, they call'd _Duarte_, +A proud distemper'd man: he was my enemy, +My mortal foe, you slew him fairly, nobly. + +_Rut._ Speak softly Sir, you do not mean to betray me, +I wisht the Gallows, now th'are coming fairly. + +_Dua._ Be confident, for as I live, I love you, +And now you shall perceive it: for that service, +Me, and my purse command: there, take it to ye, +'Tis gold, and no small sum, a thousand Duckets, +Supply your want. + +_Rut._ But do you do this faithfully? + +_Dua._ If I mean ill, spit in my face and kick me: +In what else I may serve you, Sir-- + +_Rut._ I thank you, +This is as strange to me as Knights adventures. +I have a project, 'tis an honest one, +And now I'le tempt my fortune. + +_Dua._ Trust me with it. + +_Rut._ You are so good and honest I must trust ye, +'Tis but to carry a letter to a Lady +That sav'd my life once. + +_Dua._ That will be most thankful, +I will do't with all care. + +_Rut._ Where are you, white-broth? +Now lusty blood, +Come in, and tell your mony: +'Tis ready here, no threats, nor no orations, +Nor prayers now. + +_Sulp._ You do not mean to leave me. + +_Rut._ I'le live in Hell sooner than here, and cooler. +Come quickly come, dispatch, this air's unwho[l]som: +Quickly good Lady, quickly to't. + +_Sulp._ Well, since it must be, +The next I'le fetter faster sure, and closer. + +_Rut._ And pick his bones, as y'have done mine, pox take ye. + +_Dua._ At my lodging for a while, you shall be quartered, +And there take Physick for your health. + +_Rut._ I thank ye, +I have found my angel now too, if I can keep him. + [_Exeunt omnes._ + + + + +_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ + + +_Enter Rutilio and Duarte._ + +_Rut. You like the Letter? + +_Dua._ Yes, but I must tell you +You tempt a desperate hazard, to sollicite +The mother, (and the grieved one too, 'tis rumor'd) +Of him you slew so lately. + +_Rut._ I have told you +Some proofs of her affection, and I know not +A nearer way to make her satisfaction +For a lost Son, than speedily to help her +To a good Husband; one that will beget +Both Sons and Daughters, if she be not barren. +I have had a breathing now, and have recovered +What I lost in my late service, 'twas a hot one: +It fired and fired me; but all thanks to you Sir, +You have both freed and cool'd me. + +_Dua._ What is done Sir, +I thought well done, and was in that rewarded, +And therefore spare your thanks. + +_Rut._ I'le no more Whoring: +This fencing 'twixt a pair of sheets, more wears one +Than all the exercise in the world besides. +To be drunk with good Canary, a meer Julip +Or like gourd-water to't; twenty Surfeits +Come short of one nights work there. If I get this Lady +As ten to one I shall, I was ne're denied yet, +I will live wondrous honestly; walk before her +Gravely and demurely +And then instruct my family; you are sad, +What do you muse on Sir? + +_Dua._ Truth I was thinking +What course to take for the delivery of your letter, +And now I have it: but faith did this Lady +(For do not gull your self) for certain know, +You kill'd her Son? + +_Rut._ Give me a Book I'le swear't; +Denyed me to the Officers, that pursued me, +Brought me her self to th' door, then gave me gold +To bear my charges, and shall I make doubt then +But that she lov'd me? I am confident +Time having ta'ne her grief off, that I shall be +Most welcome to her: for then to have wooed her +Had been unseasonable. + +_Dua._ Well Sir, there's more mony, +To ma[ke] you handsome; I'le about your business: +You know where you must stay? + +_Rut._ There you shall find me: +Would I could meet my Brother now, to know, +Whether the Jew, his Genius, or my Christian, +Has prov'd the better friend. [_Exit._ + +_Dua._ O who would trust +Deceiving woman! or believe that one +The best, and most Canoniz'd ever was +More than a seeming goodness? I could rail now +Against the sex, and curse it; but the theam +And way's too common: yet that _Guiomar_ +My Mother; (nor let that forbid her to be +The wonder of our nation) she that was +Mark'd out the great example, for all Matrons +Both Wife and Widow; she that in my breeding +Exprest the utmost of a Mothers care, +And tenderness to a Son; she that yet feigns +Such sorrow for me; good God, that this mother, +After all this, should give up to a stranger, +The wreak she ow'd her Son; I fear her honour. +That he was sav'd, much joyes me, and grieve only +That she was his preserver. I'le try further, +And by this Engine, find whether the tears, +Of which she is so prodigal, are for me, +Or us'd to cloak her base hypocrisie. [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Hippolyta _and_ Sulpitia. + +_Hip._ Are you assur'd the charm prevails? + +_Sulp._ Do I live? +Or do you speak to me? Now this very instant +Health takes its last leave of her; meager paleness +Like winter, nips the Roses and the Lilies, +The Spring that youth, and love adorn'd her face with. +To force affection, is beyond our art, +For I have prov'd all means that hell has taught me, +Or the malice of a woman, which exceeds it, +To change _Arnoldo's_ love, but to no purpose: +But for your bond-woman-- + +_Hip._ Let her pine and dye; +She remov'd, which like a brighter Sun, +Obscures my beams, I may shine out again, +And as I have been, be admir'd and sought to: +How long has she to live? + +_Sulp._ Lady, before +The Sun twice rise and set, be confident, +She is but dead; I know my Charm hath found her. +Nor can the Governours Guard; her lovers tears; +Her Fathers sorrow, or his power that freed her, +Defend her from it. + +_Enter_ Zabulon. + +_Zab._ All things have succeeded, +As you could wish; I saw her brought sick home; +The image of pale death, stampt on her fore-head. +Let me adore this second Hecate, +This great Commandress, of the fatal Sisters, +That as she pleases, can cut short, or lengthen +The thread of life. + +_Hip._ Where was she when the inchantment +First seis'd upon her? + +_Zab._ Taking the fresh air, +In the company of the Governour, and Count _Clodio_, +_Arnoldo_ too, was present with her Father, +When, in a moment (so the servants told me) +As she was giving thanks to the Governour, +And _Clodio_, for her unexpected freedom, +As if she had been blasted, she sunk down, +To their amazement. + +_Hip._ 'Tis thy master-piece +Which I will so reward, that thou shalt fix here, +And with the hazard of thy life, no more +Make tryal of thy powerful Art; which known +Our Laws call death: off with this Magical Robe, +And be thy self. + +_Enter_ Governour, Clodio, _and_ Charino. + +_Sulp._ Stand close, you shall hear more. + +_Man._ You must have patience; all rage is vain now, +And piety forbids, that we should question +What is decreed above, or ask a reason +Why heaven determines this or that way of us. + +_Clod._ Heaven has no hand in't; 'tis a work of hell. +Her life hath been so innocent, all her actions +So free from the suspicion of crime, +As rather she deserves a Saints place here, +Than to endure, what now her sweetness suffers. + +_Char._ Not for her fault, but mine Sir, _Zenocia_ suffers: +The sin I made, when I sought to rase down +_Arnoldo's_ love, built on a Rock of truth, +Now to the height is punish'd. I profess, +Had he no birth, nor parts, the present sorrow +He now expresses for her, does deserve her +Above all Kings, though such had been his rivals. + +_Clod._ All ancient stories, of the love of Husbands +To vertuous Wives, be now no more remembred. + +_Char._ The tales of _Turtles_, ever be forgotten, +Or, for his sake believ'd. + +_Man._ I have heard, there has been +Between some married pairs, such sympathy, +That th' Husband has felt really the throws +His Wife then teeming suffers, this true grief +Confirms, 'tis not impossible. + +_Clod._ We shall find +Fit time for this hereafter; let's use now +All possible means to help her. + +_Man._ Care, nor cost, +Nor what Physicians can do, shall be wanting; +Make use of any means or men. + +_Char._ You are noble. + [_Exeunt_ Man. Clod, _and_ Char. + +_Sulp._ Ten Colledges of Doctors shall not save her. +Her fate is in your hand. + +_Hip._ Can I restore her? + +_Sulp._ If you command my Art. + +_Hip._ I'le dye my self first. +And yet I'le go visit her, and see +This miracle of sorrow in _Arnoldo_: +And 'twere for me, I should change places with her, +And dye most happy, such a lovers tears +Were a rich monument, but too good for her, +Whose misery I glory in: come _Sulpitia_, +You shall along with me, good _Zabulon_ +Be not far off. + +_Zab._ I will attend you Madam. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Duarte, _and a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ I have serv'd you from my youth, and ever +You have found me faithful: that you live's a treasure +I'le lock up here; nor shall it be let forth, +But when you give me warrant. + +_Dua._ I rely +Upon thy faith; nay, no more protestations, +Too many of them will call that in question, +Which now I doubt not: she is there? + +_Ser._ Alone too, +But take it on my life, your entertainment, +Appearing as you are, will be but course, +For the displeasure I shall undergo +I am prepar'd. + +_Dua._ Leave me, I'le stand the hazard. [_Exit_ Servant. +The silence that's observ'd, her close retirements, +No visitants admitted, not the day; +These sable colours, all signs of true sorrow, +Or hers is deeply counterfeit. I'le look nearer, +Manners give leave--she sits upon the ground; +By heaven she weeps; my picture in her hand too; +She kisses it and weeps again. + +_Enter_ Guiomar. + +_Gui._ Who's there? + +_Dua._ There is no starting back now Madam. + +_Gui._ Ha, another murderer! I'le not protect thee, +Though I have no more Sons. + +_Dua._ Your pardon Lady, +There's no such foul fact taints me. + +_Gui._ What makes thou here then? +Where are my servants, do none but my sorrows +Attend upon me? speak, what brought thee hither? + +_Dua._ A will to give you comfort. + +_Gui._ Thou art but a man. +And 'tis beyond a humane reach to do it, +If thou could raise the dead out of their graves, +Bid time run back, make me now what I was, +A happy Mother; gladly I would hear thee, +But that's impossible. + +_Dua._ Please you but read this; +You shall know better there, why I am sent, +Than if I should deliver it. + +_Gui._ From whom comes it? + +_Dua._ That will instruct you. I suspect this stranger, +Yet she spake something that holds such alliance +With his reports; I know not what to think on't; +What a frown was there? she looks me through, & through, +Now reads again, now pauses, and now smiles; +And yet there's more of anger in't than mirth, +These are strange changes; oh I understand it, +She's full of serious thoughts. + +_Gui._ You are just, you Heavens, +And never do forget to hear their prayers, +That truly pay their vows, the defer'd vengeance, +For you, and my words sake so long defer'd, +Under which as a mountain my heart groans yet +When 'twas despair'd of, now is offer'd to me; +And if I lose it, I am both wayes guilty. +The womans mask, dissimulation help me. +Come hither friend, I am sure you know the Gentleman, +That sent these charms. + +_Dua._ Charms Lady? + +_Gui._ These charms; +I well may call them so, they've won upon me, +More than ere letter did; thou art his friend, +(The confidence he has in thee, confirms it) +And therefore I'le be open breasted to thee; +To hear of him, though yet I never saw him, +Was most desir'd of all men; let me blush, +And then I'le say I love him. + +_Dua._ All men see, +In this a womans vertue. + +_Gui._ I expected +For the courtesie I did, long since to have seen him, +And though I then forbad it, you men know, +Between our hearts and tongues there's a large distance; +But I'le excuse him, may be hitherto +He has forborn it, in respect my Son +Fell by his hand. + +_Dua._ And reason Lady. + +_Gui._ No, he did me a pleasure in't, a riotous fellow, +And with that insolent, not worth the owning; +I have indeed kept a long solemn sorrow, +For my friends sake partly; but especially +For his long absence. + +_Dua._ O the Devil. + +_Guio._ Therefore +Bid him be speedy; a Priest shall be ready +To tye the holy knot; this kiss I send him, +Deliver that and bring him. + +_Dua._ I am dumb: +A good cause I have now, and a good sword, +And something I shall do, I wait upon you. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Manuel, Charino, Arnoldo, Zenocia, _born in a chair_. 2 Doctors, +Clodio. + +_Doct._ Give her more air, she dyes else. + +_Arn._ O thou dread power, +That mad'st this all, and of thy workmanship +This virgin wife, the Master piece, look down on her; +Let her minds virtues, cloth'd in this fair garment, +That worthily deserves a better name +Than flesh and bloud, now sue, and prevail for her. +Or if those are denyed, let innocence, +To which all passages in Heaven stand open, +Appear in her white robe, before thy throne; +And mediate for her: or if this age of sin +Be worthy of a miracle, the Sun +In his diurnal progress never saw +So sweet a subject to imploy it on. + +_Man._ Wonders are ceas'd Sir, we must work by means. + +_Arno._ 'Tis true, and such reverend Physicians are; +To you thus low I fall then; so may you ever +Be stil'd the hands of Heaven, natures restorers; +Get wealth and honours; and by your success, +In all your undertakings, propagate +Your great opinion in the world, as now +You use your saving art; for know good Gentlemen, +Besides the fame, and all that I possess, +For a reward, posterity shall stand +Indebted to you, for (as Heaven forbid it) +Should my _Zenocia_ dye, robbing this age +Of all that's good or gracefull, times succeeding, +The story of her pure life not yet perfect, +Will suffer in the want of her example. + +_Doct._ Were all the world to perish with her, we +Can do no more, than what art and experience +Give us assurance of, we have us'd all means +To find the cause of her disease, yet cannot; +How should we then, promise the cure? + +_Arn._ Away, +I did bely you, when I charg'd you with +The power of doing, ye are meer names only, +And even your best perfection, accidental; +What ever malady thou art, or Spirit, +As some hold all diseases that afflict us, +As love already makes me sensible +Of half her sufferings, ease her of her part, +And let me stand the butt of thy fell malice, +And I will swear th'art mercifull. + +_Doct._ Your hand Lady; +What a strange heat is here! bring some warm water. + +_Arn._ She shall use nothing that is yours; my sorrow +Provides her of a better bath, my tears +Shall do that office. + +_Zeno._ O my best _Arnoldo_! +The truest of all lovers! I would live +Were heaven so pleas'd, but to reward your sorrow +With my true service; but since that's denied me, +May you live long and happy: do not suffer +(By your affection to me I conjure you) +My sickness to infect you; though much love +Makes you too subject to it. + +_Arn._ In this only + +_Zenocia_ wrongs her servant; can the body +Subsist, the Soul departed? 'tis as easie +As I to live without you; I am your husband, +And long have been so, though our adverse fortune, +Bandying us from one hazard to another, +Would never grant me so much happiness, +As to pay a husbands debt; despite of fortune, +In death I'le follow you, and guard mine own; +And there enjoy what here my fate forbids me. + +_Clod._ So true a sorrow, and so feelingly +Exprest, I never read of. + +_Man._ I am struck +With wonder to behold it, as with pity. + +_Char._ If you that are a stranger, suffer for them, +Being tied no further than humanity +Leads you to soft compassion; think great Sir, +What of necessity I must endure, +That am a Father? + +Hippolyta, Zabulon, _and_ Sulpitia _at the door._ + +_Zab._ Wait me there, I hold it +Unfit to have you seen; as I find cause, +You shall proceed. + +_Man._ You are welcom Lady. + +_Hip._ Sir, I come to do a charitable office, +How does the patient? + +_Clod._ You may enquire +Of more than one; for two are sick, and deadly, +He languishes in her, her health's despair'd of, +And in hers, his. + +_Hip._ 'Tis a strange spectacle, +With what a patience they sit unmov'd! +Are they not dead already? + +_Doct._ By her pulse, +She cannot last a day. + +_Arn._ Oh by that summons, +I know my time too! + +_Hip._ Look to the man. + +_Clod._ Apply +Your Art, to save the Lady, preserve her, +A town is your reward. + +_Hip. I'le treble it, +In ready gold, if you restore _Arnoldo_; +For in his death I dye too. + +_Clod._ Without her +I am no more. + +_Arn._ Are you there Madam? now +You may feast on my miseries; my coldness +In answering your affections, or hardness, +Give it what name you please, you are reveng'd of, +For now you may perceive, our thred of life +Was spun together, and the poor _Arnoldo_ +Made only to enjoy the best _Zenocia_, +And not to serve the use of any other; +And in that she may equal; my Lord _Clodio_ +Had long since else enjoyed her, nor could I +Have been so blind, as not to see your great +And many excellencies far, far beyond +Or my deservings, or my hopes; we are now +Going our latest journey, and together, +Our only comfort we desire, pray give it, +Your charity to our ashes, such we must be, +And not to curse our memories. + +_Hip._ I am much mov'd. + +_Clod._ I am wholly overcome, all love to women +Farewell for ever; ere you dye, your pardon; +And yours Sir; had she many years to live, +Perhaps I might look on her, as a Brother, +But as a lover never; and since all +Your sad misfortunes had original +From the barbarous Custom practis'd in my Country, +Heaven witness, for your sake I here release it; +So to your memory, chaste Wives and Virgins +Shall ever pay their vowes. I give her to you; +And wish, she were so now, as when my lust +Forc'd you to quit the Country. + +_Hip._ It is in vain +To strive with destiny, here my dotage ends, +Look up _Zenocia_, health in me speaks to you; +She gives him to you, that by divers ways, +So long has kept him from you: and repent not, +That you were once my servant, for which health +In recompence of what I made you suffer, +The hundred thousand Crowns, the City owes me, +Shall be your dower. + +_Man._ 'Tis a magnificent gift, +Had it been timely given. + +_Hip._ It is believe it, _Sulpitia_. + +_Enter a_ Servant, _and_ Sulpitia. + +_Sulp._ Madam. + +_Hip._ Quick, undoe the charm; +Ask not a reason why; let it suffice, +It is my will. + +_Sulp._ Which I obey and gladly. [_Exit._ + +_Man._ Is to be married, sayest thou? + +_Ser._ So she sayes Sir, +And does desire your presence. [_They are born off in chairs._ + +_Man._ And tell her I'le come. + +_Hip._ Pray carry them to their rest; for though already, +They do appear as dead, let my life pay for't, +If they recover not. + +_Man._ What you have warranted, +Assure your self, will be expected from you; +Look to them carefully; and till the tryal,-- + +_Hip._ Which shall not be above four hours. + +_Man._ Let me +Intreat your companies: there is something +Of weight invites me hence. + +_All._ We'll wait upon you. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Guiomar, _and_ Servants. + +_Guio._ You understand what my directions are, +And what they guide you to; the faithfull promise +You have made me all. + +_All._ We do and will perform it. + +_Guio._ The Governour will not fail to be here presently; +Retire a while, till you shall find occasion, +And bring me word, when they arrive. + +_All._ Wee shall Madam. + +_Guio._ Only stay you to entertain. + +_1 Ser._ I am ready. + +_Guio._ I wonder at the bold, and practis'd malice, +Men ever have o' foot against our honours, +That nothing we can do, never so vertuous, +No shape put on so pious, no not think +What a good is, be that good ne're so noble, +Never so laden with admir'd example, +But still we end in lust; our aims, our actions, +Nay, even our charities, with lust are branded; +Why should this stranger else, this wretched stranger, +Whose life I sav'd at what dear price sticks here yet, +Why should he hope? he was not here an hour, +And certainly in that time, I may swear it +I gave him no loose look, I had no reason; +Unless my tears were flames, my curses courtships; +The killing of my Son, a kindness to me. +Why should he send to me, or with what safety +(Examining the ruine he had wrought me) +Though at that time, my pious pity found him, +And my word fixt; I am troubled, strongly troubled. + +_Enter a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ The Gentlemen are come. + +_Guio._ Then bid 'em welcome--I must retire. [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Rutilio, _and_ Duarte. + +_Ser._ You are welcom Gentlemen. + +_Rut._ I thank you friend, I would speak with your Lady. + +_Ser._ I'le let her understand. + +_Rut._ It shall befit you. +How do I look Sir, in this handsome trim? [_Exit_ Servant. +Me thinks I am wondrous brave. + +_Duar._ You are very decent. + +_Rut._ These by themselves, without more helps of nature, +Would set a woman hard; I know 'em all, +And where their first aims light; I'le lay my head on't, +I'le take her eye, as soon as she looks on me, +And if I come to speak once, woe be to her, +I have her in a nooze, she cannot scape me; +I have their several lasts. + +_Dua._ You are throughly studied, +But tell me Sir, being unacquainted with her, +As you confess you are-- + +_Rut._ That's not an hours work, +I'le make a Nun forget her beads in two hours. + +_Dua._ She being set in years, next none of those lusters +Appearing in her eye, that warm the fancy; +Nor nothing in her face, but handsom ruines. + +_Rut._ I love old stories: those live believ'd, Authentique, +When 20. of your modern faces are call'd in, +For new opinion, paintings, and corruptions; +Give me an old confirm'd face; besides she sav'd me, +She sav'd my life, have I not cause to love her? +She's rich and of a constant state, a fair one, +Have I not cause to wooe her? I have tryed sufficient +All your young Phillies, I think this back has try'd 'em, +And smarted for it too: they run away with me, +Take bitt between the teeth, and play the Devils; +A staied pace now becomes my years; a sure one, +Where I may sit and crack no girths. + +_Dua._ How miserable, +If my Mother should confirm, what I suspect now, +Beyond all humane cure were my condition! +Then I shall wish, this body had been so too. +Here comes the Lady Sir. + +_Enter_ Guiomar. + +_Rut._ Excellent Lady, +To shew I am a creature, bound to your service, +And only yours-- + +_Guio._ Keep at that distance Sir; +For if you stir-- + +_Rut._ I am obedient. +She has found already, I am for her turn; +With what a greedy hawks eye she beholds me! +Mark how she musters all my parts. + +_Guio._ A goodly Gentleman, +Of a more manly set, I never look'd on. + +_Rut._ Mark, mark her eyes still; mark but the carriage of 'em. + +_Guio._ How happy am I now, since my Son fell, +He fell not by a base unnoble hand! +As that still troubled me; how far more happy +Shall my revenge be, since the Sacrifice, +I offer to his grave, shall be both worthy +A Sons untimely loss, and a Mothers sorrow! + +_Rut._ Sir, I am made believe it; she is mine own, +I told you what a spell I carried with me, +All this time does she spend in contemplation +Of that unmatch'd delight: I shall be thankfull to ye; +And if you please to know my house, to use it; +To take it for your own. + +_Guio._ Who waits without there? + +_Enter_ Guard, _and_ Servants, _they seize upon_ Rut. _and bind him._ + +_Rut._ How now? what means this, Lady? + +_Guio._ Bind him fast. + +_Rut._ Are these the bride-laces you prepare for me? +The colours that you give? + +_Dua._ Fye Gentle Lady, +This is not noble dealing. + +_Guio._ Be you satisfied, +I[t] seems you are a stranger to this meaning, +You shall not be so long. + +_Rut._ Do you call this wooing--Is there no end of womens persecutions? +Must I needs fool into mine own destruction? +Have I not had fair warnings, and enough too? +Still pick the Devils teeth? you are not mad Lady; +Do I come fairly, and like a Gentleman, +To offer you that honour? + +_Guio._ You are deceiv'd Sir, +You come besotted, to your own destruction: +I sent not for you; what honour can ye add to me, +That brake that staff of honour, my age lean'd on? +That rob'd me of that right, made me a Mother? +Hear me thou wretched man, hear me with terrour, +And let thine own bold folly shake thy Soul, +Hear me pronounce thy death, that now hangs o're thee, +Thou desperate fool; who bad thee seek this ruine? +What mad unmanly fate, made thee discover +Thy cursed face to me again? was't not enough +To have the fair protection of my house, +When misery and justice close pursued thee? +When thine own bloudy sword, cryed out against thee, +Hatcht in the life of him? yet I forgave thee. +My hospitable word, even when I saw +The goodliest branch of all my blood lopt from me, +Did I not seal still to thee? + +_Rut._ I am gone. + +_Guio._ And when thou went'st, to Imp thy miserie, +Did I not give thee means? but hark ungratefull, +Was it not thus? to hide thy face and fly me? +To keep thy name for ever from my memory? +Thy cursed blood and kindred? did I not swear then, +If ever, (in this wretched life thou hast left me, +Short and unfortunate,) I saw thee again, +Or came but to the knowledge, where thou wandredst, +To call my vow back, and pursue with vengeance +With all the miseries a Mother suffers? + +_Rut._ I was born to be hang'd, there's no avoiding it. + +_Guio._ And dar'st thou with this impudence appear here? +Walk like the winding sheet my Son was put in, +Stand with those wounds? + +_Dua._ I am happy now again; +Happy the hour I fell, to find a Mother, +So pious, good, and excellent in sorrows. + +_Enter a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ The Governour's come in. + +_Guio._ O let him enter. + +_Rut._ I have fool'd my self a fair thred of all my fortunes, +This strikes me most; not that I fear to perish, +But that this unmannerly boldness has brought me to it. + +_Enter_ Governour, Clodio, Charino. + +_Gov._ Are these fit preparations for a wedding Lady? +I came prepar'd a guest. + +_Guio._ O give me justice; +As ever you will leave a vertuous name, +Do justice, justice, Sir. + +_Gove._ You need not ask it, +I am bound to it. + +_Guio._ Justice upon this man +That kill'd my Son. + +_Gove._ Do you confess the act? + +_Rut._ Yes Sir. + +_Clod._ _Rutilio_? + +_Char._ 'Tis the same. + +_Clod._ How fell he thus? +Here will be sorrow for the good _Arnoldo_. + +_Gove._ Take heed Sir what you say. + +_Rut._ I have weigh'd it well, +I am the man, nor is it life I start at; +Only I am unhappy I am poor, +Poor in expence of lives, there I am wretched, +That I have not two lives lent me for his sacrifice; +One for her Son, another for her sorrows. +Excellent Lady, now rejoyce again, +For though I cannot think, y'are pleas'd in blood, +Nor with that greedy thirst pursue your vengeance; +The tenderness, even in those tears denies that; +Yet let the world believe, you lov'd _Duarte_; +The unmatcht courtesies you have done my miseries; +Without this forfeit to the law, would charge me +To tender you this life, and proud 'twould please you. + +_Guio._ Shall I have justice? + +_Gover._ Yes. + +_Rut._ I'le ask it for ye, +I'le follow it my self, against my self. +Sir, 'Tis most fit I dye; dispatch it quickly, +The monstrous burthen of that grief she labours with +Will kill her else, then blood on blood lyes on me; +Had I a thousand lives, I'd give 'em all, +Before I would draw one tear more from that vertue. + +_Guio._ Be not too cruel Sir, and yet his bold sword-- +But his life cannot restore that, he's a man too-- +Of a fair promise, but alas my Son's dead; +If I have justice, must it kill him? + +_Gov._ Yes. + +_Guio._ If I have not, it kills me, strong and goodly! +Why should he perish too? + +_Gover._ It lies in your power, +You only may accuse him, or may quit him. + +_Clod._ Be there no other witnesses? + +_Guio._ Not any. +And if I save him, will not the world proclaim, +I have forgot a Son, to save a murderer? +And yet he looks not like one, he looks manly. + +_Hip._ Pity so brave a Gentleman should perish. +She cannot be so hard, so cruel hearted. + +_Guio._ Will you pronounce? yet stay a little Sir. + +_Rut._ Rid your self, Lady, of this misery; +And let me go, I do but breed more tempests, +With which you are already too much shaken. + +_Guio._ Do now, pronounce; I will not hear. + +_Dua._ You shall not, +Yet turn and see good Madam. + +_Gove._ Do not wonder. +'Tis he, restor'd again, thank the good Doctor, +Pray do not stand amaz'd, it is _Duarte_; +Is well, is safe again. + +_Guio._ O my sweet Son, +I will not press my wonder now with questions-- +Sir, I am sorry for that cruelty, +I urg'd against you. + +_Rut._ Madam, it was but justice. + +_Dua._ 'Tis [t]rue, the Doctor heal'd this body again, +But this man heal'd my soul, made my minde perfect, +The good sharp lessons his sword read to me, sav'd me; +For which, if you lov'd me, dear Mother, +Honour and love this man. + +_Guio._ You sent this letter? + +_Rut._ My boldness makes me blush now. + +_Guio._ I'le wipe off that, +And with this kiss, I take you for my husband, +Your wooing's done Sir; I believe you love me, +And that's the wealth I look for now. + +_Rut._ You have it. + +_Dua._ You have ended my desire to all my wishes. + +_Gov._ Now 'tis a wedding again. And if _Hippolyta_ +Make good, what with the hazard of her life, +She undertook, the evening will set clear + +_Enter_ Hippolyta, _leading_ Leopold, Arnoldo, Zenocia, _in either hand_, +Zabulon, Sulpitia. + +After a stormy day. + +_Char._ Here comes the Lady. + +_Clod._ With fair _Zenocia_, +Health with life again +Restor'd unto her. + +_Zen._ The gift of her goodness. + +_Rut._ Let us embrace, I am of your order too, +And though I once despair'd of women, now +I find they relish much of Scorpions, +For both have stings, and both can hurt, and cure too; +But what have been your fortunes? + +_Arn._ Wee'l defer +Our story, and at time more fit, relate it. +Now all that reverence vertue, and in that +_Zenocias_ constancy, and perfect love, +Or for her sake _Arnoldo_, join with us +In th' honour of this Lady. + +_Char._ She deserves it. + +_Hip._ _Hippolytas_ life shall make that good hereafter, +Nor will I alone better my self but others: +For these whose wants perhaps have made their actions +Not altogether innocent, shall from me +Be so supplied, that need shall not compel them, +To any course of life, but what the law +Shall give allowance to. + +_Zab._ _Sulpitia_, Your Ladiships creatures. + +_Rut._ Be so, and no more you man-huckster. + +_Hip._ And worthy _Leopold_, you that with such fervour, +So long have sought me, and in that deserv'd me, +Shall now find full reward for all your travels, +Which you have made more dear by patient sufferance. +And though my violent dotage did transport me, +Beyond those bounds, my modesty should have kept in, +Though my desires were loose, from unchast art +Heaven knows I am free. + +_Leop._ The thought of that's dead to me; +I gladly take your offer. + +_Rut._ Do so Sir, +A piece of crackt gold ever will weigh down +Silver that's whole. + +_Gov._ You shall be all my guests, +I must not be denyed. + +_Arn._ Come my _Zenocia_. +Our bark at length has found a quiet harbour; +And the unspotted progress of our loves +Ends not alone in safety, but reward, +To instruct others, by our fair example; +That though good purposes are long withstood, +The hand of Heaven still guides such as are good. + + [_Ex. omnes._ + + * * * * * + + + +The Prologue. + +_So free this work is, Gentlemen, from offence, +That we are confident, it needs no defence +From us, or from the Poets--we dare look +On any man, that brings his Table-book +To write down, what again he may repeat +At some great Table, to deserve his meat. +Let such come swell'd with malice, to apply +What is mirth here, there for an injurie. +Nor Lord, nor Lady we have tax'd; nor State, +Nor any private person, their poor hate +Will be starved here, for envy shall not finde +One touch that may be wrested to her minde. +And yet despair not, Gentlemen, The play +Is quick and witty; so the Poets say, +And we believe them; the plot neat, and new, +Fashion'd like those, that are approv'd by you. +Only 'twill crave attention, in the most; +Because one point unmarked, the whole is lost. +Hear first then, and judge after, and be free, +And as our cause is, let our censure be._ + + + + +Epilogue. + + +_Why there should be an Epilogue to a play, +I know no cause: the old and usuall way, +For which they were made, was to entreat the grace +Of such as were spectators in this place, +And time, 'tis to no purpose; for I know +What you resolve already to bestow, +Will not be alter'd, what so e're I say, +In the behalf of us, and of the Play; +Only to quit our doubts, if you think fit, +You may, or cry it up, or silence it._ + + + + +Another Prologue for the Custom of the Country. + +_We wish, if it were possible, you knew + What we would give for this nights look, if new. +It being our ambition to delight + Our kind spectators with what's good, and right. +Yet so far know, and credit me, 'twas made + By such, as were held work-men in their Trade, +At a time too, when they as I divine, + Were truly merrie, and drank lusty wine, +The nectar of the Muses; Some are here + I dare presume, to whom it did appear +A well-drawn piece, which gave a lawfull birth + To passionate Scenes mixt with no vulgar mirth. +But unto such to whom 'tis known by fame + From others, perhaps only by the name, +I am a suitor, that they would prepare + Sound palats, and then judge their bill of fare. +It were injustice to decry this now + For being like'd before, you may allow +(Your candor safe) what's taught in the old schools, + All such as liv'd before you, were not fools._ + + + + +The Epilogue. + +_I spake much in the Prologue for the Play, + To its desert I hope, yet you might say +Should I change now from that, which then was meant, + Or in a syllable grow less confident, +I were weak-hearted. I am still the same + In my opinion, and forbear to frame +Qualification, or excuse: If you + Concur with me, and hold my judgement true, +Shew it with any sign, and from this place, + Or send me off exploded, or with grace._ + + + + +THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY. + +A = The First Folio. + +p. 302, +l. 2. A _omits_ Lists of Persons Represented in the Play + and of principal Actors. +l. 49. Second Folio _misprints_] Arnolda. + +p. 303, +l. 5. A] And that. +l. 17. A] a conscience. +l. 21. A] Customes. +l. 24. A] In the world. + +p. 304, +l. 25. A] it can. +l. 36. A] I A dainty wench. +l. 37. A _omits_] I. + +p. 305, +l. 3. Second Folio _misprints_] yon. +l. 11. A] wilde minde. +l. 24. A] a heritage. + +p. 306, +l. 14. A] De'e doubt tis day now. +l. 15. A] pulses. + +p. 307, +l. 32. A] This rogue that breaks. + +p. 308, +l. 7. A] speake. + +p. 311, +l. 31. A] alarums. + +p. 312, +l. 14. A] this marring. +l. 15. A] sheckles. +ll. 26-28. A adds in the margin] _Boy ready for the songs._ + +p. 313, +l. 13. A] But such a ransome. +ll. 28 and 29. A _adds_ marginal stage-direction] + _Bowle of wine ready._ +l. 31. A] And blushing and unloose. + +p. 314, +l. 39. A] alarums. +ll. 7 and 9. Second Folio] Arn. + +p. 316, +l. 2. A] Pompean. +l. 19. A] Ile ha' your life. +l. 20. A prints this line as part of Charino's speech. + +p. 317, +l. 8. A _omits_] A. +l. 23. A _omits_] o're. + +p. 319, +l. 8. A] Lisborne. + +p. 321, +l. 21. A] renders. +l. 35. A] Lisborne. + +p. 322, +l. 14. A] aboord. +l. 15. A] Yet my disguise. +l. 30. A] the contempt. + +p. 325, +l. 10. A] And he in Lisbon. +ll. 22-26. This speech is printed in A as a continuation of + Arnoldo's. + +p. 326, +ll. 18 and 19. A _adds_ in the margin] Tapers ready. +l. 20. A] so, like a Turke. +l. 26. Second Folio _misprints_] Of what. +l. 34. Second Folio _misprints_] embace. + +p. 327, +ll. 2-10. A gives all these lines to Rutilio. + +p. 328, +ll. 5 and 6. A _adds_ in margin] Lights ready. +l. 33. A _omits_] Fight. +l. 35. A _omits_] Falls. +l. 38. Second Folio _misprints_] Governous. + +p. 329, +l. 4. A _omits_] 1. + +p. 331, +l. 30. A prints marginal direction] Hold a purse ready. + +p. 333, +l. 14. In A the words 'my state would rather ask a curse' + are printed by mistake between ll. 16 and 17. +l. 23. A] sight. +l. 30. A] her Chamber. + +p. 334. +l. 17. A] but to a fortune. +l. 21. A] bucket. +l. 39. A prints the marginal direction (Musicke) + at the end of the following line. + +p. 335, +l. 1. A _omits_] 1. +l. 19. A] strike indeed. + +p. 336, +l. 1. A] attend her. + +p. 341, +ll. 14-16. A by mistake gives these lines as a continuation of + Sulpicia's speech. +l. 33. A] beaten off. + +p. 342, +l. 23. A] blow that part. + +p. 344, +l. 12. A] affection. + +p. 345, +l. 33. A] give that. + +p. 346, +l. 4. A] may cease. + +p. 350, +l. 18. A] a larum. + +p. 352, +l. 5. A] had. +l. 13. Second Folio _misprints_] Portual. + +p. 353, +l. 29. A _omits_] will. + +p. 354, +l. 25. Second Folio] comanded. + +p. 358, +l. 31. A] angers. + +p. 359, +l. 13. Second Folio] you. +l. 25 and 26. A transposes these lines. +l. 26. A _omits_] not. + +p. 361, +l. 10. A] hopes. Lords againe. +l. 38. A _omits_] and. + +p. 365, +l. 27. A] it will not hold. +l. 33. A] lost me an. +l. 34. Second Folio _misprints_] strengthing. +l. 39. A] a dores. + +p. 367, +l. 4. A] adventure. +1. 20. Second Folio _misprints_] unwhosom. + +p. 368, +l. 38. Second Folio _misprints_] To may you. + +p. 369, +l. 27. A _omits_] do. +l. 28. A] maugre. + +p. 371, +l. 9. A] sorrowes. +l. 27. A _omits_] and. + +p. 372, +l. 18. A] visitance. + +p. 373, +l. 3. A] but to read. + +p. 375, +l. 11. A] Gives. + +p. 376, +l. 2. A] banding. + +p. 379, +l. 1. A] a foote. +l. 9. A] stick. +l. 23. A] welcome home, Gentlemen. + +p. 380, +l. 36. A] eye. + +p. 381, +l. 19. Second Folio] If. + +p. 383, +l. 13. 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Bidwell and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team. + + + + + + +THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY. + + * * * * * + +Persons Represented in the Play. + +Count Clodio, _Governour and a dishonourable pursuer of_ Zenocia. +Manuel du Sosa, _Governour of_ Lisbon, _and Brother to_ Guiomar. +Arnoldo, _A Gentleman contracted to_ Zenocia. +Rutilio, _A merry Gentleman Brother to_ Arnoldo. +Charino, _Father to_ Zenocia. +Duarte, _Son to_ Guiomar, _a Gentleman well qualified but vain glorious_. +Alonzo, _a young_ Portugal _Gentleman, enemy to_ Duarte. +Leopold, _a Sea Captain Enamour'd on_ Hippolyta. +Zabulon, _a_ Jew, _servant to_ Hippolyta. +Jaques, _servant to_ Sulpitia. +Doctor. +Chirurgion. +Officers. +Guard. +Page. +Bravo. +Knaves, _of the Male Stewes_. +Servants. + +_WOMEN._ + +Zenocia, _Mistress to_ Arnoldo, _and a chaste Wife_. +Guiomar, _a vertuous Lady, Mother to_ Duarte. +Hippolyta, _a rich Lady, wantonly in Love with_ Arnoldo. +Sulpitia, _a Bawd, Mistress of the Male Stewes_. + + * * * * * + +_The Scene sometimes_ Lisbon, _sometimes_ Italy. + + * * * * * + +The principal Actors were +_Joseph Taylor_. _Robert Benfeild_. +_John Lowin_. _William Eglestone_. +_Nicholas Toolie_. _Richard Sharpe_. +_John Underwood_. _Thomas Holcomb_. + + * * * * * + + + + +_Actus primus. Scena prima_. + + +_Enter_ Rutilio, _and_ Arnold[o]. + +_Rut._ Why do you grieve thus still? + +_Arn._ 'Twould melt a Marble, +And tame a Savage man, to feel my fortune. + +_Rut._ What fortune? I have liv'd this thirty years, +And run through all these follies you call fortunes, +Yet never fixt on any good and constant, +But what I made myself: why should I grieve then +At that I may mould any way? + +_Arn._ You are wide still. + +_Rut._ You love a Gentlewoman, a young handsom woman, +I have lov'd a thosand, not so few. + +_Arn._ You are dispos'd. + +_Rut._ You hope to Marry her; 'tis a lawful calling +And prettily esteem'd of, but take heed then, +Take heed dear Brother of a stranger fortune +Than e're you felt yet; fortune my foe is a friend to it. + +_Arn._ 'Tis true I love, dearly, and truly love, +A noble, vertuous, and most beauteous Maid, +And am belov'd again. + +_Rut._ That's too much o' Conscience, +To love all these would run me out o' my wits. + +_Arn._ Prethee give ear, I am to Marry her. + +_Rut._ Dispatch it then, and I'le go call the Piper. + +_Arn._ But O the wicked Custom of this Country, +The barbarous, most inhumane, damned Custom. + +_Rut_. 'Tis true, to marry is a Custom +I' the world; for look you Brother, +Wou'd any man stand plucking for the Ace of Harts, +With one pack of Cards all dayes on's life? + +_Arn._ You do not +Or else you purpose not to understand me. + +_Rut._ Proceed, I will give ear. + +_Arn._ They have a Custom +In this most beastly Country, out upon't. + +_Rut._ Let's hear it first. + +_Arn._ That when a Maid is contracted +And ready for the tye o'th' Church, the Governour, +He that commands in chief, must have her Maiden-head, +Or Ransom it for mony at his pleasure. + +_Rut._ How might a man atchieve that place? a rare Custom! +An admirable rare Custom: and none excepted? + +_Arn._ None, none. + +_Rut._ The rarer still: how could I lay about me, +In this rare Office? are they born to it, or chosen? + +_Arn._ Both equal damnable. + +_Rut._ Me thinks both excellent, +Would I were the next heir. + +_Arn._ To this mad fortune +Am I now come, my Marriage is proclaim'd, +And nothing can redeem me from this mischief. + +_Rut._ She's very young. + +_Arn._ Yes. + +_Rut._ And fair I dare proclaim her, +Else mine eyes fail. + +_Arn._ Fair as the bud unblasted. + +_Rut._ I cannot blame him then, if 'twere mine own case, +I would not go an Ace less. + +_Arn._ Fye _Rutilio_, +Why do you make your brothers misery +Your sport and game? + +_Rut._ There is no pastime like it. + +_Arn._ I look'd for your advice, your timely Counsel, +How to avoid this blow, not to be mockt at, +And my afflictions jeer'd. + +_Rut._ I tell thee _Arnoldo_, +An thou wert my Father, as thou art but my Brother, +My younger Brother too, I must be merry. +And where there is a wench yet can, a young wench, +A handsome wench, and sooner a good turn too, +An I were to be hang'd, thus must I handle it. +But you shall see Sir, I can change this habit +To do you any service; advise what you please, +And see with what Devotion I'le attend it? +But yet me thinks, I am taken with this Custom, + +[_Enter_ Charino _and_ Zenocia. + +And could pretend to th' place. + +_Arn._ Draw off a little; +Here comes my Mistress and her Father. + +_Rut._ A dainty wench! +Wou'd I might farm his Custom. + +_Char._ My dear Daughter, +Now to bethink your self of new advice +Will be too late, later this timeless sorrow, +No price, nor prayers, can infringe the fate +Your beauty hath cast on yo[u], my best _Zenocia_, +Be rul'd by me, a Fathers care directs ye, +Look on the Count, look chearfully and sweetly; +What though he have the power to possess ye, +To pluck your Maiden honour, and then slight ye +By Custom unresistible to enjoy you; +Yet my sweet Child, so much your youth and goodness, +The beauty of your soul, and Saint-like Modesty, +Have won upon his mild mind, so much charm'd him, +That all power laid aside, what Law allows him, +Or sudden fires, kindled from those bright eyes, +He sues to be your servant, fairly, nobly +For ever to be tyed your faithful Husband: +Consider my best child. + +_Zeno._ I have considered. + +_Char._ The blessedness that this breeds too, consider +Besides your Fathers Honour, your own peace, +The banishment for ever of this Custom, +This base and barbarous use, for after once +He has found the happiness of holy Marriage, +And what it is to grow up with one Beauty, +How he will scorn and kick at such an heritage +Left him by lust and lewd progenitors. +All Virgins too, shall bless your name, shall Saint it, +And like so many Pilgrims go to your shrine, +When time has turn'd your beauty into ashes, +Fill'd with your pious memory. + +_Zeno._ Good Father +Hide not that bitter Pill I loath to swallow +In such sweet words. + +_Char._ The Count's a handsome Gentleman, +And having him, y'are certain of a fortune, +A high and noble fortune to attend you: +Where if you fling your Love upon this stranger +This young _Arnoldo_, not knowing from what place +Or honourable strain of blood he is sprung, you venture +All your own sweets, and my long cares to nothing, +Nor are you certain of his faith; why may not that +Wander as he does, every where? + +_Zen._ No more Sir; +I must not hear, I dare not hear him wrong'd thus, +Vertue is never wounded, but I suffer. +'Tis an ill Office in your age, a poor one, +To judge thus weakly: and believe your self too, +A weaker, to betray your innocent Daughter, +To his intemp'rate, rude, and wild embraces, +She hates as Heaven hates falshood. + +_Rut._ A good wench, +She sticks close to you Sir. + +_Zeno._ His faith uncertain? +The nobleness his vertue springs from, doubted? +D'ye doubt it is day now? or when your body's perfect, +Your stomach's well dispos'd, your pulse's temperate, +D'ye doubt you are in health? I tell you Father, +One hour of this mans goodness, this mans Nobleness +Put in the Scale, against the Counts whole being, +Forgive his lusts too, which are half his life, +He could no more endure to hold weight with him; +_Arnoldo's_ very looks, are fair examples; +His common and indifferent actions, +Rules and strong ties of vertue: he has my first love, +To him in sacred vow I have given this body, +In him my mind inhabits. + +_Rut._ Good wench still. + +_Zeno._ And till he fling me off, as undeserving, +Which I confess I am, of such a blessing, +But would be loth to find it so-- + +_Arn._ O never; +Never my happy Mistress, never, never, +When your poor servant lives but in your favour, +One foot i'th' grave the other shall not linger. +What sacrifice of thanks, what age of service, +What danger, of more dreadful look than death, +What willing Martyrdom to crown me constant +May merit such a goodness, such a sweetness? +A love so Nobly great, no power can ruine; +Most blessed Maid go on, the Gods that gave this, +This pure unspotted love, the Child of Heaven, +In their own goodness, must preserve and save it, +And raise you a reward beyond our recompence. + +_Zeno._ I ask but you, a pure Maid to possess, +And then they have crown'd my wishes: If I fall then +Go seek some better love, mine will debase you. + +_Rut._ A pretty innocent fool; well, Governour, +Though I think well of your custom, and could wish my self +For this night in your place, heartily wish it: +Yet if you play not fair play and above board too, +I have a foolish gin here, I say no more; +I'le tell you what, and if your honours guts are not inchanted. + +_Arn._ I should now chide you Sir, for so declining +The goodness and the grace you have ever shew'd me, +And your own vertue too, in seeking rashly +To violate that love Heaven has appointed, +To wrest your Daughters thoughts, part that affection +That both our hearts have tyed, and seek to give it. + +_Rut._ To a wild fellow, that would weary her; +A Cannibal, that feeds on the heads of Maids, +Then flings their bones and bodies to the Devil, +Would any man of discretion venture such a gristle, +To the rude clawes of such a _Cat-a-mountain_? +You had better tear her between two Oaks, a Town Bull +Is a meer _Stoick_ to this fellow, a grave Philosopher, +And a _Spanish_ Jennet, a most vertuous Gentleman. + +_Arn._ Does this seem handsome Sir? + +_Rut._ Though I confess +Any man would desire to have her, and by any means, +At any rate too, yet that this common Hangman, +That hath whipt off the heads of a thousand maids already, +That he should glean the Harvest, sticks in my stomach: +This Rogue breaks young wenches to the Saddle, +And teaches them to stumble ever after; +That he should have her? for my Brother now +That is a handsome young fellow; and well thought on, +And will deal tenderly in the business; +Or for my self that have a reputation, +And have studied the conclusions of these causes, +And know the perfect manage, I'le tell you old Sir, +If I should call you wise Sir, I should bely you, +This thing, you study to betray your child to, +This Maiden-monger. When you have done your best, +And think you have fixt her in the point of honour, +Who do you think you have tyed her to? a Surgeon, +I must confess an excellent dissector, +One that has cut up more young tender Lamb-pies-- + +_Char_. What I spake Gentlemen, was meer compulsion, +No Fathers free-will, nor did I touch your person +With any edge of spight; or strain your loves +With any base, or hir'd perswasions; +Witness these tears, how well I wisht your fortunes. [_Exit._ + +_Rut_. There's some grace in thee yet, you are determined +To marry this Count, Lady. + +_Zen_. Marry him _Rutilio_? + +_Rut_. Marry him, and lye with him I mean. + +_Zen_. You cannot mean that, +If you be a true Gentleman, you dare not, +The Brother to this man, and one that loves him; +I'le marry the Devil first. + +_Rut_. A better choice +And lay his horns by, a handsomer bed-fellow, +A cooler o' my conscience. + +_Arn_. Pray let me ask you; +And my dear Mistris, be not angry with me +For what I shall propound, I am confident, +No promise, nor no power, can force your love, +I mean in way of marriage, never stir you, +Nor to forget my faith, no state can wound you. +But for this Custom, which this wretched country +Hath wrought into a law, and must be satisfied; +Where all the pleas of honour are but laught at, +And modesty regarded as a may-game, +What shall be here considered? power we have none, +To make resistance, nor policie to cross it: +'Tis held Religion too, to pay this duty. + +_Zeno_. I'le dye an _Atheist_ then. + +_Arn_. My noblest Mistris, +Not that I wish it so, but say it were so, +Say you did render up part of your honour, +For whilst your will is clear, all cannot perish; +Say for one night you entertain'd this monster, +Should I esteem you worse, forc'd to this render? +Your mind I know is pure, and full as beauteous; +After this short eclipse, you would rise again, +And shaking off that cloud, spread all your lustre. + +_Zeno_. Who made you witty, to undoe your self, Sir? +Or are you loaden, with the love I bring you, +And fain would fling that burthen on another? +Am I grown common in your eyes _Arnoldo_? +Old, or unworthy of your fellowship? +D'ye think because a woman, I must err, +And therefore rather wish that fall before-hand +Coloured with Custom, not to be resisted? +D'ye love as painters doe, only some pieces, +Some certain handsome touches of your Mistris, +And let the mind pass by you, unexamined? +Be not abus'd; with what the maiden vessel +Is seasoned first, you understand the proverb. + +_Rut_. I am afraid, this thing will make me vertuous. + +_Zeno_. Should you lay by the least part of that love +Y'ave sworn is mine, your youth and faith has given me, +To entertain another, nay a fairer, +And make the case thus desp'rate, she must dy else; +D'ye think I would give way, or count this honest? +Be not deceiv'd, these eyes should never see you more, +This tongue forget to name you, and this heart +Hate you, as if you were born, my full _Antipathie_. +_Empire_ and more imperious love, alone +Rule, and admit no rivals: the purest springs +When they are courted by lascivious land-floods, +Their maiden pureness, and their coolness perish. +And though they purge again to their first beauty, +The sweetness of their taste is clean departed. +I must have all or none; and am not worthy +Longer the noble name of wife, _Arnoldo_, +Than I can bring a whole heart pure and handsom. + +_Arnol_. I never shall deserve you: not to thank you; +You are so heavenly good, no man can reach you: +I am sorrie I spake so rashly, 'twas but to try you. + +_Rut_. You might have tryed a thousand women so, +And 900, fourscore and 19 should ha' followed your counsel. +Take heed o' clapping spurrs to such free cattell. + +_Arn_. We must bethink us suddenly and constantly, +And wisely too, we expect no common danger. + +_Zen_. Be most assur'd, I'le dye first. + +_Enter_ Clodio, _and_ Guard. + +_Rut_. An't come to that once, +The Devil pick his bones, that dyes a coward, +I'le jog along with you, here comes the Stallion, +How smug he looks upon the imagination +Of what he hopes to act! pox on your kidneys; +How they begin to melt! how big he bears, +Sure he will leap before us all: what a sweet company +Of rogues and panders wait upon his lewdness! +Plague of your chops, you ha' more handsome bitts, +Than a hundred honester men, and more deserving. +How the dogg leers. + +_Clod_. You need not now be jealous, +I speak at distance to your wife, but when the Priest has done, +We shall grow nearer, and more familiar. + +_Rut_. I'le watch you for that trick, baboon, I'le +Smoke you: the rogue sweats, as if he had eaten +Grains, he broyles, if I do come to the +Basting of you. + +_Arno_. Your Lordship +May happily speak this, to fright a stranger, +But 'tis not in your honour, to perform it; +The Custom of this place, if such there be, +At best most damnable, may urge you to it, +But if you be an honest man you hate it, +How ever I will presently prepare +To make her mine, and most undoubtedly +Believe you are abus'd, this custome feign'd too, +And what you now pretend, most fair and vertuous. + +_Clod_. Go and believe, a good belief does well Sir; +And you Sir, clear the place, but leave her here. + +_Arn_. Your Lordships pleasure. + +_Clod_. That anon _Arnoldo_, +This is but talk. + +_Rut_. Shall we goe off? + +_Arn_. By any means, +I know she has pious thoughts enough to guard her: +Besides, here's nothing due to him till the tye be done, +Nor dare he offer. + +_Rut_. Now do I long to worry him: +Pray have a care to the main chance. + +_Zen_. Pray Sir, fear not. [_Exit_ Ar. _and_ Rut. + +_Clod_. Now, what say you to me? + +_Zen_. Sir it becomes +The modestie, that maids are ever born with, +To use few words. + +_Clod_. Do you see nothing in me? +Nothing to catch your eyes, nothing of wonder +The common mould of men, come short, and want in? +Do you read no future fortune for your self here? +And what a happiness it may be to you, +To have him honour you, all women aim at? +To have him love you Lady, that man love you, +The best, and the most beauteous have run mad for? +Look and be wise, you have a favour offer'd you +I do not every day propound to women; +You are a prettie one; and though each hour +I am glutted with the sacrifice of beautie, +I may be brought, as you may handle it, +To cast so good a grace and liking on you. +You understand, come kiss me, and be joyfull, +I give you leave. + +_Zen_. Faith Sir, 'twill not shew handsome; +Our sex is blushing, full of fear, unskil'd too +In these alarms. + +_Clod_. Learn then and be perfect. + +_Zen_. I do beseech your honour pardon me, +And take some skilfull one can hold you play, +I am a fool. + +_Clod_. I tell thee maid I love thee, +Let that word make thee happie, so far love thee, +That though I may enjoy thee without ceremony, +I will descend so low, to marry thee, +Me thinks I see the race that shall spring from us, +Some Princes, some great Souldiers. + +_Zen_. I am afraid +Your honour's couzen'd in this calculation; +For certain, I shall ne're have a child by you. + +_Clod_. Why? + +_Zen_. Because I must not think to marry you, +I dare not Sir, the step betwixt your honour, +And my poor humble State. + +_Clod_. I will descend to thee, +And buoy thee up. + +_Zen_. I'le sink to th' Center first. +Why would your Lordship marry, and confine that pleasure +You ever have had freely cast upon you? +Take heed my Lord, this marrying is a mad matter, +Lighter a pair of shackles will hang on you, +And quieter a quartane feaver find you. +If you wed me I must enjoy you only, +Your eyes must be called home, your thoughts in cages, +To sing to no ears then but mine; your heart bound, +The custom, that your youth was ever nurst in, +Must be forgot, I shall forget my duty else, +And how that will appear-- + +_Clod_. Wee'l talk of that more. + +_Zen_. Besides I tell ye, I am naturally, +As all young women are, that shew like handsome, +Exceeding proud, being commended, monstrous. +Of an unquiet temper, seldom pleas'd, +Unless it be with infinite observance, +Which you were never bred to; once well angred, +As every cross in us, provokes that passion, +And like a Sea, I roule, toss, and chafe a week after. +And then all mischief I can think upon, +Abusing of your bed the least and poorest, +I tell you what you'le finde, and in these fitts, +This little beauty you are pleased to honour, +Will be so chang'd, so alter'd to an ugliness, +To such a vizard, ten to one, I dye too, +Take't then upon my death you murder'd me. + +_Clod_. Away, away fool, why dost thou proclame these +To prevent that in me, thou hast chosen in another? + +_Zen_. Him I have chosen, I can rule and master, +Temper to what I please, you are a great one +Of a strong will to bend, I dare not venture. +Be wise my Lord, and say you were well counsel'd, +Take mony for my ransom, and forget me, +'Twill be both safe, and noble for your honour, +And wheresoever my fortunes shall conduct me, +So worthy mentions I shall render of you, +So vertuous and so fair. + +_Clod_. You will not marrie me? + +_Zen_. I do beseech your honour, be not angry +At what I say, I cannot love ye, dare not; +But set a ransom, for the flowr you covet. + +_Clod_. No mony, nor no prayers, shall redeem that, +Not all the art you have. + +_Zen_. Set your own price Sir. + +_Clod_. Goe to your wedding, never kneel to me, +When that's done, you are mine, I will enjoy you: +Your tears do nothing, I will not lose my custom +To cast upon my self an Empires fortune. + +_Zen_. My mind shall not pay this custom, cruel man. [_Ex_. + +_Clod_. Your body will content me: I'le look for you. [_Ex_. + +_Enter_ Charino, _and servants in blacks. Covering the +place with blacks_. + +_Char_. Strew all your withered flowers, your Autumn sweets +By the hot Sun ravisht of bud and beauty +Thus round about her Bride-bed, hang those blacks there +The emblemes of her honour lost; all joy +That leads a Virgin to receive her lover, +Keep from this place, all fellow-maids that bless her, +And blushing do unloose her Zone, keep from her: +No merry noise nor lusty songs be heard here, +Nor full cups crown'd with wine make the rooms giddy, +This is no masque of mirth, but murdered honour. +Sing mournfully that sad Epithalamion +I gave thee now: and prethee let thy lute weep. + +Song, Dance. _Enter_ Rutilio. + +_Rut_. How now, what livery's this? do you call this a wedding? +This is more like a funeral. + +_Char_. It is one, +And my poor Daughter going to her grave, +To his most loath'd embraces that gapes for her. +Make the Earles bed readie, is the marriage done Sir? + +_Rut_. Yes they are knit; but must this slubberdegullion +Have her maiden-head now? + +[_Char_.] There's no avoiding it. + +_Rut_. And there's the scaffold where she must lose it. + +[_Char_.] The bed Sir. + +_Rut_. No way to wipe his mouldy chaps? + +_Char_. That we know. + +_Rut_. To any honest well-deserving fellow, +And 'twere but to a merry Cobbler, I could sit still now, +I love the game so well; but that this puckfist, +This universal rutter--fare ye well Sir; +And if you have any good prayers, put 'em forward, +There may be yet a remedie. + +_Char_. I wish it, [_Exit_ Rut. +And all my best devotions offer to it. + +_Enter_ Clodio, _and_ Guard. + +_Clod_. Now is this tye dispatch'd? + +_Char_. I think it be Sir. + +_Clod_. And my bed ready? + +_Char_. There you may quickly find Sir, +Such a loath'd preparation. + +_Clod_. Never grumble, +Nor fling a discontent upon my pleasure, +It must and shall be done: give me some wine, +And fill it till it leap upon my lips: [_wine_ +Here's to the foolish maidenhead you wot of, +The toy I must take pains for. + +_Char_. I beseech your Lordship +Load not a Fathers love. + +_Clod_. Pledge it _Charino_, +Or by my life I'le make thee pledge thy last, +And be sure she be a maid, a perfect Virgin, +(I will not have my expectation dull'd) +Or your old pate goes off. I am hot and fiery, +And my bloud beats alarms through my body, +And fancie high. You of my guard retire, +And let me hear no noise about the lodging +But musick and sweet ayres, now fetch your Daughter, +And bid the coy wench put on all her beauties, +All her enticements, out-blush damask Roses, +And dim the breaking East with her bright Crystals. +I am all on fire, away. + +_Char_. And I am frozen. [_Exit_. + +_Enter_ Zenocia _with Bow and Quiver, an Arrow bent_, +Arnoldo _and_ Rutilio _after her, arm'd_. + +_Zen_. Come fearless on. + +_Rut_. Nay an I budge from thee +Beat me with durty sticks. + +_Clod_. What Masque is this? +What pretty fancy to provoke me high? +The beauteous Huntress, fairer far, and sweeter; +Diana shewes an Ethiop to this beauty +Protected by two Virgin Knights. + +_Rut_. That's a lye, +A loud one, if you knew as much as I do, +The Guard's dispers'd. + +_Arn_. Fortune I hope invites us. + +_Clod_. I can no longer hold, she pulls my heart from me. + +_Zen_. Stand, and stand fixt, move not a foot, nor speak not, +For if thou doest, upon this point thy death sits. +Thou miserable, base, and sordid lecher, +Thou scum of noble blood, repent and speedily, +Repent thy thousand thefts, from helpless Virgins, +Their innocence betrayed to thy embraces. + +_Arn_. The base dishonour, that thou doest to strangers, +In glorying to abuse the Laws of Marriage, +Thy Infamy thou hast flung upon thy Country, +In nourishing this black and barbarous Custom. + +_Clod_. My Guard. + +_Arn_. One word more, and thou diest. + +_Rut_. One syllable +That tends to any thing, but I beseech you, +And as y'are Gentlemen tender my case, +And I'le thrust my Javeling down thy throat. +Thou Dog-whelp, thou, pox upon thee, what +Should I call thee, Pompion, +Thou kiss my Lady? thou scour her Chamber-pot: +Thou have a Maiden-head? a mottly Coat, +You great blind fool, farewel and be hang'd to ye, +Lose no time Lady. + +_Arn_. Pray take your pleasure Sir, +And so we'l take our leaves. + +_Zen_. We are determined, +Dye, before yield. + +_Arn_. Honour, and a fair grave. + +_Zen_. Before a lustful Bed, so for our fortunes. + +_Rut_. _Du cat awhee_, good Count, cry, prethee cry, +O what a wench hast thou lost! cry you great booby. [_Exe_. + +_Enter_ Charino. + +_Clod_. And is she gone then, am I dishonoured thus, +Cozened and baffl'd? my Guard there, no man answer? +My Guard I say, sirrah you knew of this plot; +Where are my Guard? I'le have your life you villain, +You politick old Thief. + +_Char_. Heaven send her far enough, + +_Enter Guard_. + +And let me pay the ransom. + +_Guard_. Did your honour call us? + +_Clod_. Post every way, and presently recover +The two strange Gentlemen, and the fair Lady. + +_Guard_. This day was Married Sir? + +_Clod_. The same. + +_Guard_. We saw 'em. +Making with all main speed to th' Port. + +_Clod_. Away villains. [_Exit Guard_. +Recover her, or I shall dye; deal truly, +Didst not thou know? + +_Char_. By all that's good I did not. +If your honour mean their flight, to say I grieve for that, +Will be to lye; you may handle me as you please. + +_Clod_. Be sure, with all the cruelty, with all the rigor, +For thou hast rob'd me villain of a treasure. + +_Enter Guard_. + +How now? + +_Guard_. They're all aboard, a Bark rode ready for 'em, +And now are under Sail, and past recovery. + +_Clod_. Rig me a Ship with all the speed that may be, +I will not lose her: thou her most false Father, +Shalt go along; and if I miss her, hear me, +A whole day will I study to destroy thee. + +_Char_. I shall be joyful of it; and so you'l find me. + +[_Exeunt omnes_. + + + + +_Actus Secundus. Scena Prima_. + + +_Enter_ Manuel du Sosa, _and_ Guiomar. + +_Man_. I Hear and see too much of him, and that +Compels me Madam, though unwillingly, +To wish I had no Uncles part in him, +And much I fear, the comfort of a Son +You will not long enjoy. + +_Gui_. 'Tis not my fault, +And therefore from his guilt my innocence +Cannot be tainted, since his Fathers death, +(Peace to his soul) a Mothers prayers and care +Were never wanting, in his education. +His Child-hood I pass o're, as being brought up +Under my wing; and growing ripe for study, +I overcame the tenderness, and joy +I had to look upon him, and provided +The choicest Masters, and of greatest name +Of _Salamanca_, in all liberal Arts. + +_Man_. To train his youth up. +I must witness that. + +_Gui_. How there he prospered to the admiration +Of all that knew him, for a general Scholar, +Being one of note, before he was a man, +Is still remembred in that _Academy_, +From thence I sent him to the Emperours Court, +Attended like his Fathers Son, and there +Maintain'd him, in such bravery and height, +As did become a Courtier. + +_Man_. 'Twas that spoil'd him, my Nephew had been happy. +The Court's a School indeed, in which some few +Learn vertuous principles, but most forget +What ever they brought thither good and honest. +Trifling is there in practice, serious actions +Are obsolete and out of use, my Nephew +Had been a happy man, had he ne're known +What's there in grace and fashion. + +_Gui_. I have heard yet, +That while he liv'd in Court, the Emperour +Took notice of his carriage and good parts, +The Grandees did not scorn his company, +And of the greatest Ladies he was held +A compleat Gentleman. + +_Man_. He indeed Daunc'd well; +A turn o'th' Toe, with a lofty trick or two, +To argue nimbleness, and a strong back, +Will go far with a Madam: 'tis most true, +That he's an excellent Scholar, and he knows it; +An exact Courtier, and he knows that too; +He has fought thrice, and come off still with honour, +Which he forgets not. + +_Gui_. Nor have I much reason, +To grieve his fortune that way. + +_Man_. You are mistaken, +Prosperity does search a Gentlemans temper, +More than his adverse fortune: I have known +Many, and of rare parts from their success +In private Duels, rais'd up to such a pride, +And so transform'd from what they were, that all +That lov'd them truly, wish'd they had fallen in them. +I need not write examples, in your Son +'Tis too apparent; for e're _Don Duarte_ +Made tryal of his valour, he indeed was +Admired for civil courtesie, but now +He's swoln so high, out of his own assurance, +Of what he dares do, that he seeks occasions, +Unjust occasions, grounded on blind passion, +Ever to be in quarrels, and this makes him +Shunn'd of all fair Societies. + +_Gui_. Would it were +In my weak power to help it: I will use +With my entreaties th' Authority of a Mother, +As you may of an Uncle, and enlarge it +With your command, as being a Governour +To the great King in _Lisbon. + +Enter_ Duarte _and his Page_. + +_Man_. Here he comes. +We are unseen, observe him. + +_Dua_. Boy. + +_Page_. My Lord. + +_Dua_. What saith the _Spanish_ Captain that I struck, +To my bold challenge? + +_Page_. He refus'd to read it. + +_Dua_. Why didst not leave it there? + +_Page_. I did my Lord, +But to no purpose, for he seems more willing +To sit down with the wrongs, than to repair +His honour by the sword; he knows too well, +That from your Lordship nothing can be got +But more blows, and disgraces. + +_Dua_. He's a wretch, +A miserable wretch, and all my fury +Is lost upon him; holds the Mask, appointed +I'th' honour of _Hippolyta_? + +_Page_. 'Tis broke off. + +_Dua_. The reason? + +_Page_. This was one, they heard your Lordship +Was by the Ladies choice to lead the Dance, +And therefore they, too well assur'd how far +You would outshine 'em, gave it o're and said, +They would not serve for foiles to set you off. + +_Dua_. They at their best are such, and ever shall be +Where I appear. + +_Man_. Do you note his modesty? + +_Dua_. But was there nothing else pretended? + +_Page_. Yes, +Young Don _Alonzo_, the great Captains Nephew, +Stood on comparisons. + +_Dua_. With whom? + +_Page_. With you, +And openly profess'd that all precedence, +His birth and state consider'd, was due to him, +Nor were your Lordship to contend with one +So far above you. + +_Dua_. I look down upon him +With such contempt and scorn, as on my slave, +He's a name only, and all good in him +He must derive from his great grandsires Ashes, +For had not their victorious acts bequeath'd +His titles to him, and wrote on his forehead, +This is a Lord, he had liv'd unobserv'd +By any man of mark, and died as one +Amongst the common route. Compare with me? +'Tis Gyant-like ambition; I know him, +And know my self, that man is truly noble, +And he may justly call that worth his own, +Which his deserts have purchas'd, I could wish +My birth were more obscure, my friends and kinsmen +Of lesser power, or that my provident Father +Had been like to that riotous Emperour +That chose his belly for his only heir; +For being of no family then, and poor +My vertues wheresoe'r I liv'd, should make +That kingdom my inheritance. + +_Gui_. Strange self Love! + +_Dua_. For if I studied the Countries Laws, +I should so easily sound all their depth, +And rise up such a wonder, that the pleaders, +That now are in most practice and esteem, +Should starve for want of Clients: if I travell'd, +Like wise _Ulysses_ to see men and manners, +I would return in act, more knowing, than +_Homer_ could fancy him; if a Physician, +So oft I would restore death-wounded men, +That where I liv'd, _Galen_ should not be nam'd, +And he that joyn'd again the scatter'd limbs +Of torn _Hippolytus_ should be forgotten. +I could teach _Ovid_ courtship, how to win +A _Julia_, and enjoy her, though her Dower +Were all the Sun gives light to: and for arms +Were the _Persian_ host that drank up Rivers, added +To the _Turks_ present powers, I could direct, +Command, and Marshal them. + +_Man_. And yet you know not +To rule your self, you would not to a boy else +Like _Plautus_ Braggart boast thus. + +_Dua_. All I speak, +In act I can make good. + +_Gui_. Why then being Master +Of such and so good parts do you destroy them, +With self opinion, or like a rich miser, +Hoard up the treasures you possess, imparting +Nor to your self nor others, the use of them? +They are to you but like inchanted viands, +On which you seem to feed, yet pine with hunger; +And those so rare perfections in my Son +Which would make others happy, render me +A wretched Mother. + +_Man_. You are too insolent. +And those too many excellencies, that feed +Your pride, turn to a Pleurisie, and kill +That which should nourish vertue; dare you think +All blessings are confer'd on you alone? +Y'are grosly cousen'd; there's no good in you, +Which others have not: are you a Scholar? so +Are many, and as knowing: are you valiant? +Waste not that courage then in braules, but spend it +In the Wars, in service of your King and Country. + +_Dua_. Yes, so I might be General, no man lives +That's worthy to command me. + +_Man_. Sir, in _Lisbon_ +I am: and you shall know it; every hour +I am troubled with complaints of your behaviour +From men of all conditions, and all sexes. +And my authority, which you presume +Will bear you out, in that you are my Nephew, +No longer shall protect you, for I vow +Though all that's past I pardon, I will punish +The next fault with as much severity +As if you were a stranger, rest assur'd on't. + +_Gui_. And by that love you should bear, or that duty +You owe a Mother, once more I command you +To cast this haughtiness off; which if you do, +All that is mine, is yours, if not, expect +My prayers, and vows, for your conversion only, +But never means nor favour. [_Ex_. Manuel _and_ Guiomar. + +_Dua_. I am Tutor'd +As if I were a child still, the base Peasants +That fear, and envy my great worth, have done this; +But I will find them out, I will o'boord +Get my disguise; I have too long been idle, +Nor will I curb my spirit, I was born free, +And will pursue the course best liketh me. [_Exeunt_. + +_Enter_ Leopold, Sailers, _and_ Zenocia. + +_Leop_. Divide the spoil amongst you, this fair Captive +I only challenge for my self. + +_Sail_. You have won her +And well deserve her: twenty years I have liv'd +A Burgess of the Sea, and have been present +At many a desperate fight, but never saw +So small a Bark with such incredible valour +So long defended, and against such odds, +And by two men scarce arm'd too. + +_Leop_. 'Twas a wonder. +And yet the courage they exprest being taken, +And their contempt of death wan more upon me +Than all they did, when they were free: me thinks +I see them yet when they were brought aboard us, +Disarm'd and ready to be put in fetters +How on the suddain, as if they had sworn +Never to taste the bread of servitude, +Both snatching up their swords, and from this Virgin, +Taking a farewel only with their eyes, +They leapt into the Sea. + +_Sail_. Indeed 'twas rare. + +_Leop_. It wrought so much on me, that but I fear'd +The great ship that pursued us, our own safety +Hindring my charitable purpose to 'em, +I would have took 'em up, and with their lives +They should have had their liberties. + +_Zen_. O too late, +For they are lost, for ever lost. + +_Leop_. Take comfort +'Tis not impossible, but that they live yet, +For when they left the ships, they were within +A League o'th' shore, and with such strength and cunning +They swimming, did delude the rising Billows, +With one hand making way, and with the other, +Their bloudy swords advanced, threatning the Sea-gods +With war, unless they brought them safely off, +That I am almost confident they live, +And you again may see them. + +_Zen_. In that hope +I brook a wretched being, till I am +Made certain of their fortunes; but they dead, +Death hath so many doors to let out life, +I will not long survive them. + +_Leop_. Hope the best, +And let the courteous usage you have found, +Not usual in men of War perswade you +To tell me your condition. + +_Zen_. You know it, +A Captive, my fate and your power have made me, +Such I am now, but what I was it skills not: +For they being dead, in whom I only live, +I dare not challenge Family, or Country, +And therefore Sir enquire not, let it suffice, +I am your servant, and a thankful servant +(If you will call that so, which is but duty) +I ever will be, and my honour safe, +Which nobly hitherto ye have preserv'd, +No slavery can appear in such a form, +Which with a masculine constancy I will not +Boldly look on and suffer. + +_Leop_. You mistake me: +That you are made my prisoner, may prove +The birth of your good fortune. I do find +A winning language in your tongue and looks; +Nor can a suit by you mov'd be deni'd, +And therefore of a prisoner you must be +The Victors advocate. + +_Zen._ To whom? + +_Leap._ A Lady: +In whom all graces that can perfect beauty +Are friendly met. I grant that you are fair: +And had I not seen her before, perhaps +I might have sought to you. + +_Zen._ This I hear gladly. + +_Leap._ To this incomparable Lady I will give you, +(Yet being mine, you are already hers) +And to serve her is more than to be free, +At least I think so; and when you live with her, +If you will please to think on him that brought you +To such a happiness, for so her bounty +Will make you think her service, you shall ever +Make me at your devotion. + +_Zen._ All I can do, +Rest you assur'd of. + +_Leap._ At night I'le present you, +Till when I am your Guard. + +_Zen._ Ever your servant. [_Exeunt._ + + _Enter_ Arnoldo _and_ Rutilio. + +_Arn._ To what are we reserv'd? + +_Rut._ Troth 'tis uncertain, +Drowning we have scap'd miraculously, and +Stand fair for ought I know for hanging; mony +We have none, nor e're are like to have, +'Tis to be doubted: besides we are strangers, +Wondrous hungry strangers; and charity +Growing cold, and miracles ceasing, +Without a Conjurers help, cannot find +When we shall eat again. + +_Arn._ These are no wants +If put in ballance with _Zenocias_ loss; +In that alone all miseries are spoken: +O my _Rutilio_, when I think on her, +And that which she may suffer, being a Captive, +Then I could curse my self, almost those powers +That send me from the fury of the Ocean. + +_Rut_. You have lost a wife indeed, a fair and chast one, +Two blessings, not found often in one woman; +But she may be recovered, questionless +The ship that took us was of _Portugal_, +And here in _Lisbon_, by some means or other +We may hear of her. + +_Arn_. In that hope I live. + +_Rut_. And so do I, but hope is a poor Sallad +To dine and sup with, after a two dayes fast too, +Have you no mony left? + +_Arn_. Not a Denier. + +_Rut_. Nor any thing to pawn? 'tis now in fashion, +Having a Mistress, sure you should not be +Without a neat Historical shirt. + +_Arn_. For shame +Talk not so poorly. + +_Rut_. I must talk of that +Necessity prompts us to, for beg I cannot, +Nor am I made to creep in at a window, +To filch to feed me, something must be done, +And suddenly resolve on't. + +_Enter_ Zabulon _and a Servant_. + +_Arn_. What are these? + +_Rut_. One by his habit is a _Jew_. + +_Zab_. No more: +Thou art sure that's he. + +_Ser_. Most certain. + +_Zab_. How long is it +Since first she saw him? + +_Ser_. Some two hours. + +_Zab_. Be gone--let me alone to work him. [_Exit_ Ser. + +_Rut_. How he eyes you! +Now he moves towards us, in the Devils name +What would he with us? + +_Arn_. Innocence is bold: +Nor can I fear. + +_Zab_. That you are poor and strangers, +I easily perceive. + +_Rut_. But that you'l help us, +Or any of your tribe, we dare not hope Sir. + +_Zab_. Why think you so? + +_Rut_. Because you are a _Jew_ Sir, +And courtesies come sooner from the Devil +Than any of your Nation. + +_Zab_. We are men, +And have like you, compassion when we find +Fit subjects for our bounty, and for proof +That we dare give, and freely, not to you Sir, +Pray spare your pains, there's gold, stand not amaz'd, +'Tis current I assure you. + +_Rut_. Take it man, +Sure thy good Angel is a _Jew_, and comes +In his own shape to help thee: I could wish now +Mine would appear too like a _Turk_. + +_Arn_. I thank you, +But yet must tell you, if this be the Prologue +To any bad act, you would have me practise, +I must not take it. + +_Zab_. This is but the earnest +Of [t]hat which is to follow, and the bond +Which you must seal to for't, is your advancement, +Fortune with all that's in her power to give, +Offers her self up to you: entertain her, +And that which Princes have kneel'd for in vain +Presents it self to you. + +_Arn_. 'Tis above wonder. + +_Zab_. But far beneath the truth, in my relation +Of what you shall possess, if you emb[r]ace it. +There is an hour in each mans life appointed +To make his happiness if then he seize it, +And this, (in which, beyond all expectation, +You are invited to your good) is yours, +If you dare follow me, so, if not, hereafter +Expect not the like offer. [_Exit_. + +_Arn_. 'Tis no vision. + +_Rut_. 'Tis gold I'm sure. + +_Arn_. We must like brothers share; +There's for you. + +_Rut_. By this light I'm glad I have it: +There are few Gallants, (for men may be such +And yet want gold, yea and sometimes silver) +But would receive such favours from the Devil, +Though he appear'd like a Broker, and demanded +Sixty i'th' hundred. + +_Arn_. Wherefore should I fear +Some plot upon my life? 'tis now to me +Not worth the keeping. I will follow him, +Farewel, wish me good fortune, we shall meet +Again I doubt not. + +_Rut_. Or I'le ne're trust _Jew_ more, [_Exit_ Arnoldo. +Nor Christian for his sake--plague o' my stars, +How long might I have walkt without a Cloak, +Before I should have met with such a fortune? +We elder Brothers, though we are proper men, +_Ha' not the luck_, ha' too much beard, that spoils us; +The smooth Chin carries all: what's here to do now? +[_Manet_ Rutilio. + +_Enter_ Duarte, Alonzo, _and a_ Page. + +_Dua_. I'le take you as I find you. + +_Alon_. That were base--you see I am unarm'd. + +_Dua_. Out with your Bodkin +Your Pocket-dagger, your Steletto, out with it, +Or by this hand I'le kill you: such as you are +Have studied the undoing of poor Cutlers, +And made all manly weapons out of fashion: +You carry Poniards to murder men, +Yet dare not wear a sword to guard your Honour. + +_Rut_. That's true indeed: upon my life this gallant +Is brib'd to repeal banisht swords. + +_Dua_. I'le shew you +The difference now between a _Spanish_ Rapier +And your pure Pisa. + +_Alon_. Let me fetch a sword, +Upon mine honour I'le return. + +_Dua._ Not so Sir. + +_Alon._ Or lend me yours I pray you, and take this. + +_Rut._ To be disgrac'd as you are, no I thank you +Spight of the fashion, while I live, I am +Instructed to go arm'd: what folly 'tis +For you that are a man, to put your self +Into your enemies mercy. + +_Dua._ Yield it quickly +Or I'le cut off your hand, and now disgrace you, +Thus kick and baffle you: as you like this, +You may again prefer complaints against me +To my Uncle and my Mother, and then think +To make it good with a Poniard. + +_Alon._ I am paid +For being of the fashion. + +_Dua._ Get a sword, +Then if you dare redeem your reputation: +You know I am easily found: I'le add this to it +To put you in mind. + +_Rut._ You are too insolent, +And do insult too much on the advantage +Of that which your unequal weapon gave you, +More than your valour. + +_Dua._ This to me, you Peasant? +Thou art not worthy of my foot poor fellow, +'Tis scorn, not pity, makes me give thee life: +Kneel down and thank me for't: how, do you stare? + +_Rut._ I have a sword Sir, you shall find, a good one; +This is no stabbing guard. + +_Dua._ Wert thou thrice arm'd, +Thus yet I durst attempt thee. + +_Rut._ Then have at you, [_Fight._ +I scorn to take blows. + +_Dua._ O I am slain. [_Falls._ + +_Page._ Help! murther, murther! + +_Alon._ Shift for your self you are dead else, +You have kill'd the Governou[r]s Nephew. + +_Page._ Raise the streets there. + +_Alon._ If once you are beset you cannot scape, +Will you betray your self? + +_Rut_. Undone for ever. [_Exit_ Rut. _and_ Alonzo. + +_Enter_ Officers. + +_1 Off_. Who makes this out-cry? + +_Page_. O my Lord is murdered; +This way he took, make after him, +Help help there. [_Exit_ Page. + +_2 Offi_. 'Tis _Don Duarte_. + +_1 Offi_. Pride has got a fall, +He was still in quarrels, scorn'd us Peace-makers, +And all our Bill-authority, now h'as paid for't. +You ha' met with your match Sir now, bring off his body +And bear it to the Governour. Some pursue +The murderer; yet if he scape, it skills not; +Were I a Prince, I would reward him for't, +He has rid the City of a turbulent beast, +There's few will pity him: but for his Mother +I truly grieve indeed, she's a good Lady. [_Exeunt_. + +_Enter_ Guiomar _and_ Servants. + +_Gui_. He's not i'th' house? + +_Ser. No Madam. + +_Gui_. Haste and seek him, +Go all and every where, Pie not to bed +Till you return him, take away the lights too, +The Moon lends me too much, to find my fears +And those devotions I am to pay +Are written in my heart, not in this book, [_Kneel_. +And I shall read them there without a Taper. [_Ex_. Ser. + +_Enter_ Rutilio. + +_Rut_. I am pursued; all the Ports are stopt too; +Not any hope to escape, behind, before me, +On either side I am beset, cursed fortune +My enemie on the Sea, and on the Land too, +Redeem'd from one affliction to another: +Would I had made the greedy waves my tomb +And dyed obscure, and innocent, not as Nero +Smear'd o're with blood. Whither have my fears brought me? +I am got into a house, the doors all open, +This, by the largeness of the room, the hangings, +And other rich adornments, glistring through +The sable masque of night, sayes it belongs +To one of means and rank: no servant stirring? +Murmur nor whisper? + +_Guio._ Who's that? + +_Rut._ By the voice, +This is a woman. + +_Guio._ _Stephana, Jaspe, Julia,_ +Who waits there? + +_Rut._ 'Tis the Lady of the house, +I'le flie to her protection. + +_Guio._ Speak, what are you? + +_Rut._ Of all that ever breath'd, a man most wretched. + +_Guio._ I am sure you are a man of most ill manners, +You could not with so little reverence else +Press to my private chamber. Whither would you, +Or what do you seek for? + +_Rut._ Gracious woman hear me; +I am a stranger, and in that I answer +All your demands, a most unfortunate stranger, +That call'd unto it by my enemies pride, +Have left him dead i'th' streets, Justice pursues me, +And for that life I took unwillingly, +And in a fair defence, I must lose mine, +Unless you in your charity protect me. +Your house is now my sanctuary, and the Altar, +I gladly would take hold of your sweet mercy. +By all that's dear unto you, by your vertues, +And by your innocence, that needs no forgiveness, +Take pity on me. + +_Guio._ Are you a _Castillian_? + +_Rut._ No Madam, _Italy_ claims my birth. + +_Guio._ I ask not +With purpose to betray you, if you were +Ten thousand times a Spaniard, the nation +We Portugals most hate, I yet would save you +If it lay in my power: lift up these hangings; +Behind my Beds head there's a hollow place, +Into which enter; so, but from this stir not +If the Officers come, as you expect they will doe, +I know they owe such reverence to my lodgings, +That they will easily give credit to me +And search no further. + +_Rut._ The blest Saints pay for me +The infinite debt I owe you. + +_Guio._ How he quakes! +Thus far I feel his heart beat, be of comfort, +Once more I give my promise for your safety, +All men are subject to such accidents, +Especially the valiant; and who knows not, +But that the charity I afford this stranger +My only Son else where may stand in need of? + +_Enter Officers, and Servants, with the body of Duarte--Page._ + +_1 Ser._ Now Madam, if your wisedom ever could +Raise up defences against floods of sorrow +That haste to overwhelm you, make true use of +Your great discretion. + +_2 Ser._ Your only son +My Lord _Duart's_ slain. + +_1 Off._ His murtherer, pursued by us +Was by a boy discovered +Entring your house, and that induced us +To press into it for his apprehension. + +_Guio._ Oh! + +_1 Ser._ Sure her heart is broke. + +_Off._ Madam. + +_Guio._ Stand off. +My sorrow is so dear and pretious to me, +That you must not partake it, suffer it +Like wounds that do breed inward to dispatch me. +O my _Duart_, such an end as this +Thy pride long since did prophesie; thou art dead, +And to encrease my misery, thy sad Mother +Must make a wilfull shipwrack of her vow +Or thou fall unreveng'd. My Soul's divided, +And piety to a son, and true performance +Of hospitable duties to my guest, +That are to others Angels, are my furies. +Vengeance knocks at my heart, but my word given +Denies the entrance, is no _Medium_ left, +But that I must protect the murderer, +Or suffer in that faith he made his altar? +Motherly love give place, the fault made this way, +To keep a vow, to which high Heaven is witness, +Heaven may be pleas'd to pardon. + +_Enter_ Manuel, Doctors, Surgeons. + +_Man._ 'Tis too late, +Hee's gone, past all recovery: now reproof +Were but unseasonable when I should give comfort, +And yet remember Sister. + +_Guio._ O forbear, +Search for the murtherer, and remove the body, +And as you think fit, give it burial. +Wretch that I am, uncapable of all comfort, +And therefore I intreat my friends and kinsfolk, +And you my Lord, for some space to forbear +Your courteous visitations. + +_Man._ We obey you. [_Exeunt omnes with the body._ +Manet Guiomar. + +_Rut._ My Spirits come back, and now despair resigns +Her place again to hope. + +_Guio._ What ere thou art +To whom I have given means of life, to witness +With what Religion I have kept my promise, +Come fearless forth, but let thy face be cover'd, +That I hereafter be not forc't to know thee, +For motherly affection may return +My vow once paid to heaven. Thou hast taken from me +The respiration of my heart, the light +Of my swoln eyes, in his life that sustain'd me: +Yet my word given to save you, I make good, +Because what you did, was not done with malice, +You are not known, there is no mark about you +That can discover you; let not fear betray you. +With all convenient speed you can, flie from me +That I may never see you; and that want +Of means may be no let unto your journie, +There are a hundred Crownes: you are at the door now, +And so Farewell for ever. + +_Rut._ Let me first fall +Before your feet, and on them pay the duty +I owe your goodness; next all blessings to you, +And Heaven restore the joyes I have bereft you, +With full increase hereafter, living be +The Goddess stil'd of Hospitalitie. + + + + +_Actus Tertius. Scena Prima._ + + +_Enter Leopold, and Zenocia._ + +_Leo._ Fling off these sullen clouds, you are enter'd now +Into a house of joy and happiness, +I have prepar'd a blessing for ye. + +_Zen._ Thank ye, my state would rather ask a curse. + +_Leo._ You are peevish +And know not when ye are friended, I have us'd those means, +The Lady of this house, the noble Lady, +Will take ye as her own, and use ye graciously: +Make much of what you are, Mistris of that beautie, +And expose it not to such betraying sorrows, +When ye are old, and all those sweets hang wither'd, + +_Enter_ Servant. + +Then sit and sigh. + +_Zen._ My _Autumn_ is not far off. + +_Leo._ Have you told your Lady? + +_Ser._ Yes Sir, I have told her +Both of your noble service, and your present, +Which she accepts. + +_Leo._ I should be blest to see her. + +_Ser._ That now you cannot doe: she keeps the Chamber +Not well dispos'd; and has denied all visits, +The maid I have in charge to receive from ye, +So please you render her. + +_Leo._ With all my service, +But fain I would have seen. + +_Ser._ 'Tis but your patience; +No doubt she cannot but remember nobly. + +_Leo._ These three years I have lov'd this scornfull Lady, +And follow'd her with all the truth of service, +In all which time, but twice she has honour'd me +With sight of her blest beauty: when you please Sir, +You may receive your charge, and tell your Lady; +A Gentleman whose life is only dedicated +To her commands, kisses her beauteous hands; +And Faire-one, now your help, you may remember +The honest courtesies, since you are mine, +I ever did your modestie: you shall be near her, +And if sometimes you name my service to her, +And tell her with what nobleness I love her, +'Twill be a gratitude I shall remember. + +_Zen._ What in my poor power lyes, so it be honest. + +_Leo._ I ask no more. + +_Ser._ You must along with me (Fair.) + +_Leo._ And so I leave you two: but a fortune +Too happy for my fate: you shall enjoy her. + + + + +_Scena Secunda._ + + +_Enter Zabulon and Servants._ + +_Zab._ Be quick, be quick, out with the banquet there, +These scents are dull; cast richer on, and fuller; +Scent every place, where have you plac'd the musick? + +_Ser._ Here they stand ready Sir. + +_Zab._ 'Tis well, be sure +The wines be lusty, high, and full of Spirit, +And Amber'd all. + +_Ser._ They are. + +_Zab._ Give fair attendance. +In the best trim, and state, make ready all. +I shall come presently again. [_Banquet set forth. Exit._ + +_2 Ser._ We shall Sir, +What preparation's this? +Some new device +My Lady has in hand. + +_1 Ser._ O, prosper it +As long as it carries good wine in the mouth, +And good meat with it, where are all the rest? + +_2 Ser._ They are ready to attend. [_Musick._ + +_1 Ser._ Sure some great person, +They would not make this hurry else. + +_2 Ser._ Hark the Musick. + +_Enter_ Zabulon, _and_ Arnoldo. + +It will appear now certain, here it comes. +Now to our places. + +_Arn._ Whither will he lead me? +What invitation's this? to what new end +Are these fair preparations? a rich Banquet, +Musick, and every place stuck with adornment, +Fit for a Princes welcome; what new game +Has Fortune now prepar'd to shew me happy? +And then again to sink me? 'tis no illusion, +Mine eyes are not deceiv'd, all these are reall; +What wealth and state! + +_Zab._ Will you sit down and eat Sir? +These carry little wonder, they are usual; +But you shall see, if you be wise to observe it, +That that will strike dead, strike with amazement, +Then if you be a man: this fair health to you. + +_Ar._ What shall I see? I pledge ye Sir, I was never +So buried in amazement-- + +_Zab._ You are so still: +Drink freely. + +_Ar._ The very wines are admirable: +Good Sir, give me leave to ask this question, +For what great worthy man are these prepar'd? +And why do you bring me hither? + +_Zab._ They are for you, Sir; +And under-value not the worth you carry, +You are that worthy man: think well of these, +They shall be more, and greater. + +_Ar._ Well, blind fortune +Thou hast the prettiest changes when thou art pleas'd, +To play thy game out wantonly-- + +_Zab._ Come be lusty, +And awake your Spirits. [_Cease Musick._ + +_Ar._ Good Sir, do not wake me. +For willingly I would dye in this dream, pray whose Servants +Are all these that attend here? + +_Zab._ They are yours; +They wait on you. + +_Ar._ I never yet remember +I kept such faces, nor that I was ever able +To maintain so many. + +_Zab._ Now you are, and shall be. + +_Ar._ You'l say this house is mine too? + +_Zab._ Say it? swear it. + +_Ar._ And all this wealth? + +_Zab._ This is the least you see Sir. + +_Ar._ Why, where has this been hid these thirtie years? +For certainly I never found I was wealthie +Till this hour, never dream'd of house, and Servants. +I had thought I had been a younger Brother, a poor Gent. +I may eat boldly then. + +_Zab._ 'Tis prepar'd for ye. + +_Ar._ The taste is perfect, and most delicate: +But why for me? give me some wine, I do drink; +I feel it sensibly, and I am here, +Here in this glorious place: I am bravely us'd too, +Good Gentle Sir, give me leave to think a little, +For either I am much abus'd-- + +_Zab._ Strike Musick +And sing that lusty Song. [_Musick. Song._ + +_Ar._ Bewitching harmony! +Sure I am turn'd into another Creature. + +_Enter_ Hippolyta. + +Happy and blest, _Arnoldo_ was unfortunate; +Ha! bless mine eyes; what pretious piece of nature +To pose the world? + +_Zab._ I told you, you would see that +Would darken these poor preparations; +What think ye now? nay rise not, 'tis no vision. + +_Ar._ 'Tis more: 'tis miracle. + +_Hip._ You are welcom Sir. + +_Ar._ It speaks, and entertains me still more glorious; +She is warm, and this is flesh here: how she stirs me! +Bless me what stars are there? + +_Hip._ May I sit near ye? + +_Ar._ No, you are too pure an object to behold, +Too excellent to look upon, and live; +I must remove. + +_Zab._ She is a woman Sir, +Fy, what faint heart is this? + +_Arn._ The house of wonder. + +_Zab._ Do not you think your self now truly happy? +You have the abstract of all sweetness by ye, +The precious wealth youth labours to arrive at; +Nor is she less in honour, than in beauty, +_Ferrara's_ Royal Duke is proud to call her +His best, his Noblest, and most happy Sister, +Fortune has made her Mistress of herself, +Wealthy, and wise, without a power to sway her, +Wonder of _Italy_, of all hearts Mistress. + +_Arn._ And all this is-- + +_Zab._ _Hippolyta_ the beauteous. + +_Hip._ You are a poor relator of my fortunes, +Too weak a Chronicle to speak my blessings, +And leave out that essential part of story +I am most high and happy in, most fortunate, +The acquaintance, and the noble fellowship +Of this fair Gentleman: pray ye do not wonder, +Nor hold it strange to hear a handsome Lady +Speak freely to ye: with your fair leave and courtesie +I will sit by ye. + +_Arn._ I know not what to answer, +Nor where I am, nor to what end consider; +Why do you use me thus? + +_Hip._ Are ye angry Sir, +Because ye are entertain'd with all humanity? +Freely and nobly us'd? + +_Arn._ No gentle Lady, +That were uncivil, but it much amazes me +A stranger, and a man of no desert +Should find such floods of courtesie. + +_Hip._ I love ye, +I honour ye, the first and best of all men, +And where that fair opinion leads, 'tis usual +These trifles that but serve to set off, follow. +I would not have you proud now, nor disdainful +Because I say I love ye, though I swear it, +Nor think it a stale favour I fling on ye, +Though ye be handsome, and the only man +I must confess I ever fixt mine eye on, +And bring along all promises that please us, +Yet I should hate ye then, despise ye, scorn ye, +And with as much contempt pursue your person, +As now I do with love. But you are wiser, +At least I think, more master of your fortune, +And so I drink your health. + +_Arn._ Hold fast good honesty, +I am a lost man else. + +_Hip._ Now you may kiss me, +'Tis the first kiss, I ever askt, I swear to ye. + +_Arn._ That I dare do sweet Lady. + +_Hip._ You do it well too; +You are a Master Sir, that makes you coy. + +_Arn._ Would you would send your people off. + +_Hip._ Well thought on. +Wait all without. [_Exit_ Zab. _and Servants._ + +_Zab._ I hope she is pleas'd throughly. + +_Hip._ Why stand ye still? here's no man to detect ye, +My people are gone off: come, come, leave conjuring, +The Spirit you would raise, is here already, +Look boldly on me. + +_Arn._ What would you have me do? + +_Hip._ O most unmanly question! have you do? +Is't possible your years should want a Tutor? +I'le teach ye: come, embrace me. + +_Arn._ Fye stand off; +And give me leave, more now than e're, to wonder, +A building of so goodly a proportion, +Outwardly all exact, the frame of Heaven, +Should hide within so base inhabitants? +You are as fair, as if the morning bare ye, +Imagination never made a sweeter; +Can it be possible this frame should suffer, +And built on slight affections, fright the viewer? +Be excellent in all, as you are outward, +The worthy Mistress of those many blessings +Heaven has bestowed, make 'em appear still nobler, +Because they are trusted to a weaker keeper. +Would ye have me love ye? + +_Hip._ Yes. + +_Arn._ Not for your beauty; +Though I confess, it blowes the first fire in us, +Time as he passes by, puts out that sparkle; +Nor for your wealth, although the world kneel to it, +And make it all addition to a woman, +Fortune that ruines all, makes that his conquest; +Be honest, and be vertuous, I'le admire ye, +At least be wise, and where ye lay these nets, +Strow over 'em a little modesty, +'Twill well become your cause, and catch more Fools. + +_Hip._ Could any one that lov'd this wholesome counsel +But love the giver more? you make me fonder: +You have a vertuous mind, I want that ornament; +Is it a sin I covet to enjoy ye? +If ye imagine I am too free a Lover, +And act that part belongs to you, I am silent: +Mine eyes shall speak my blushes, parly with ye; +I will not touch your hand, but with a tremble +Fitting a Vestal Nun; not long to kiss ye, +But gently as the Air, and undiscern'd too, +I'le steal it thus: I'le walk your shadow by ye, +So still and silent that it shall be equal, +To put me off, as that, and when I covet, +To give such toyes as these-- + +_Arn._ A new temptation-- + +_Hip._ Thus like the lazie minutes will I drop 'em, +Which past once are forgotten. + +_Arn._ Excellent vice! + +_Hip._ Will ye be won? look stedfastly upon me, +Look manly, take a mans affections to you; +Young women, in the old world were not wont, Sir, +To hang out gaudy bushes for their beauties, +To talk themselves into young mens affections; +How cold and dull you are! + +_Arn._ How I stagger! +She is wise, as fair; but 'tis a wicked wisdom; +I'le choak before I yield. + +_Hip._ Who waits within there? [Zabulon _within._ +Make ready the green Chamber. + +_Zab._ It shall be Madam. + +_Arn._ I am afraid she will injoy me indeed. + +_Hip._ What Musick do ye love? + +_Arn._ A modest tongue. + +_Hip._ We'l have enough of that: fye, fye, how lumpish! +In a young Ladyes arms thus dull? + +_Arn._ For Heaven sake +Profess a little goodness. + +_Hip._ Of what Country? + +_Arn._ I am of _Rome_. + +_Hip._ Nay then I know you mock me, +The _Italians_ are not frighted with such bug-bears, +Prethee go in. + +_Arn._ I am not well. + +_Hip._ I'le make thee, +I'le kiss thee well. + +_Arn._ I am not sick of that sore. + +_Hip._ Upon my Conscience, I must ravish thee, +I shall be famous for the first example: +With this I'le tye ye first, then try your strength Sir. + +_Arn._ My strength? away base woman, I abhor thee. +I am not caught with stales, disease dwell with thee. [_Exit._ + +_Hip._ Are ye so quick? and have I lost my wishes? +Hoe, _Zabulon_; my servants. + +_Enter_ Zabulon _and_ Servants. + +_Zab._ Call'd ye Madam? + +_Hip._ Is all that beauty scorned, so many su'd for; +So many Princes? by a stranger too? +Must I endure this? + +_Zab._ Where's the Gentleman? + +_Hip._ Go presently, pursue the stranger, _Zabulon_. +He has broke from me, Jewels I have given him: +Charge him with theft: he has stoln my love, my freedome, +Draw him before the Governour, imprison him, +Why dost thou stay? + +_Zab._ I'le teach him a new dance, +For playing fast and loose with such a Lady. +Come fellows, come: I'le execute your anger, +And to the full. + +_Hip._ His scorn shall feel my vengeance.-- [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_Scena Tertia._ + + +_Enter_ Sulpicia _and_ Jaques. + +_Sul._ Shall I never see a lusty man again? + +_Ja._ Faith Mistress +You do so over-labour 'em when you have 'em, +And so dry-founder 'em, they cannot last. + +_Sul._ Where's the _French_-man? + +_Ja._ Alas, he's all to fitters, +and lyes, taking the height of his fortune with a Syringe. +He's chin'd, he's chin'd good man, he is a mourner. + +_Sul._ What's become of the _Dane_? + +_Ja._ Who? goldy-locks? +He's foul i'th' touch-hole; and recoils again, +The main Spring's weaken'd that holds up his cock, +He lies at the sign of the _Sun_, to be new breech'd. + +_Sul._ The Rutter too, is gone. + +_Ja._ O that was a brave Rascal, +He would labour like a Thrasher: but alas +What thing can ever last? he has been ill mew'd, +And drawn too soon; I have seen him in the Hospital. + +_Sul._ There was an _English_-man. + +_Ja._ I there was an _English_-man; +You'l scant find any now, to make that name good: +There were those _English_ that were men indeed, +And would perform like men, but now they are vanisht: +They are so taken up in their own Country, +And so beaten of their speed by their own women, +When they come here, they draw their legs like Hackneys: +Drink, and their own devices have undone 'em. + +_Sul._ I must have one that's strong, no life in _Lisbon_ else, +Perfect and young: my Custom with young Ladies, +And high fed City dames, will fall, and break else. +I want my self too, in mine age to nourish me: +They are all sunk I mantain'd: now what's this business, +What goodly fellow's that? + +_Enter_ Rutilio _and_ Officers. + +_Rut._ Why do you drag me? +Pox o' your justice; let me loose. + +_1 Offi._ Not so Sir. + +_Rut._ Cannot a man fall into one of your drunken Cellars, +And venture the breaking on's neck, your trap-doors open, +But he must be us'd thus rascally? + +_1 Offi._ What made you wandring +So late i'th' night? you know that is imprisonment. + +_Rut._ May be I walk in my sleep. + +_2 Offi._ May be we'l walk ye. +What made you wandring Sir, into that vault +Where all the City store, and the Munition lay? + +_Rut._ I fell into it by chance, I broke my shins for't: +Your worships feel not that: I knockt my head +Against a hundred posts, would you had had it. +Cannot I break my neck in my own defence? + +_2 Offi._ This will not serve: you cannot put it off so, +Your coming thither was to play the villain, +To fire the Powder, to blow up that part o'th' City. + +_Rut._ Yes, with my nose: why were the trap-doors open? +Might not you fall, or you, had you gone that way? +I thought your City had sunk. + +_1 Offi._ You did your best Sir, +We must presume, to help it into th' Air, +If you call that sinking: we have told you what's the law, +He that is taken there, unless a Magistrate, +And have command in that place, presently +If there be nothing found apparent near him +Worthy his torture, or his present death, +Must either pay his fine for his presumption, +(Which is six hundred Duckets) or for six years +Tug at an Oar i'th' Gallies: will ye walk Sir, +For we presume you cannot pay the penalty. + +_Rut._ Row in the Gallies, after all this mischief? + +_2 Offi._ May be you were drunk, they'l keep you sober there. + +_Rut._ Tug at an Oar? you are not arrant rascals, +To catch me in a pit-fall, and betray me? + +_Sul._ A lusty minded man. + +_Ja._ A wondrous able. + +_Sul._ Pray Gentlemen, allow me but that liberty +To speak a few words with your prisoner, +And I shall thank you. + +_1 Offi._ Take your pleasure Lady. + +_Sul._ What would you give that woman should redeem ye, +Redeem ye from this slavery? + +_Rut._ Besides my service +I would give her my whole self, I would be her vassal. + +_Sul._ She has reason to expect as much, considering +The great sum she pays for't, yet take comfort, +What ye shall do to merit this, is easie, +And I will be the woman shall befriend ye, +'Tis but to entertain some handsome Ladies, +And young fair Gentlewomen: you guess the way: +But giving of your mind-- + +_Rut._ I am excellent at it: +You cannot pick out such another living. +I understand ye: is't not thus? + +_Sul._ Ye have it. + +_Rut._ Bring me a hundred of 'em: I'le dispatch 'em. +I will be none but yours: should another offer +Another way to redeem me, I should scorn it. +What women you shall please: I am monstrous lusty: +Not to be taken down: would you have Children? +I'le get you those as fast, and thick as flie-blows. + +_Sul._ I admire him: wonder at him! + +_Rut._ Hark ye Lady, +You may require sometimes-- + +_Sul._ I by my faith. + +_Rut._ And you shall have it by my faith, and handsomly: +This old Cat will suck shrewdly: you have no Daughters? +I flye at all: now am I in my Kingdom. +Tug at an Oar? no, tug in a Feather-bed, +With good warm Caudles; hang your bread and water, +I'le make you young again, believe that Lady. +I will so frubbish you. + +_Sul._ Come, follow Officers, +This Gentleman is free: I'le pay the Duckets. + +_Rut._ And when you catch me in your City-powdring-tub +Again, boil me with Cabbidge. + +_1 Offi._ You are both warn'd and arm'd Sir. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_Scena Quarta._ + + +_Enter_ Leopold, Hippolyta, Zenocia. + +_Zen._ Will your Ladyship wear this Dressing? + +_Hip._ Leave thy prating: +I care not what I wear. + +_Zen._ Yet 'tis my duty +To know your pleasure, and my worst affliction +To see you discontented. + +_Hip._ Weeping too? +Prethee forgive me: I am much distemper'd, +And speak I know not what: to make thee amends +The Gown that I wore yesterday, is thine; +Let it alone awhile. + +_Leo._ Now you perceive, +And taste her bounty. + +_Zen._ Much above my merit. + +_Leo._ But have you not yet found a happy time +To move for me. + +_Zen._ I have watched all occasions, +But hitherto, without success: yet doubt not +But I'le embrace the first means. + +_Leo._ Do, and prosper: +Excellent creature, whose perfections make +Even sorrow lovely, if your frowns thus take me, +What would your smiles doe? + +_Hip._ Pox o' this stale Courtship: +If I have any power. + +_Leo._ I am commanded, +Obedience is the Lovers sacrifice +Which I pay gladly. + +_Hip._ To be forc'd to wooe, +Being a woman, could not but torment me, +But bringing for my advocates, youth and beauty, +Set off with wealth, and then to be deni'd too +Do's comprehend all tortures. They flatter'd me, +That said my looks were charms, my touches fetters, +My locks soft chains, to bind the arms of Princes, +And make them in that wish'd for bondage, happy. +I am like others of a coarser feature, +As weak to allure, but in my dotage, stronger: +I am no _Circe_; he, more than _Ulysses_, +Scorns all my offer'd bounties, slights my favours, +And, as I were some new Egyptian, flyes me, +Leaving no pawn, but my own shame behind him. +But he shall finde, that in my fell revenge, +I am a woman: one that never pardons +The rude contemner of her proffered sweetness. + +_Enter_ Zabulon. + +_Zab._ Madam, 'tis done. + +_Hip._ What's done? + +_Zab._ The uncivill stranger +Is at your suite arrested. + +_Hip._ 'Tis well handled. + +_Zab._ And under guard sent to the Governour, +With whom my testimony, and the favour +He bears your Ladiship, have so prevail'd +That he is sentenc'd. + +_Hip._ How? + +_Zab._ To lose his head. + +_Hip._ Is that the means to quench the scorching heat +Of my inrag'd desires? must innocence suffer, +'Cause I am faulty? or is my Love so fatall +That of necessity it must destroy +The object it most longs for? dull _Hippolyta_, +To think that injuries could make way for love, +When courtesies were despis'd: that by his death +Thou shouldst gain that, which only thou canst hope for +While he is living: My honour's at the stake now, +And cannot be preserv'd, unless he perish, +The enjoying of the thing I love, I ever +Have priz'd above my fame: why doubt I now then? +One only way is left me, to redeem all: +Make ready my Caroch. + +_Leo._ What will you Madam? + +_Hip._ And yet I am impatient of such stay: +Bind up my hair: fye, fye, while that is doing +The Law may seise his life: thus as I am then, +Not like _Hippolyta_, but a _Bacchanal_ +My frantique Love transports me. [_Exit._ + +_Leo._ Sure she's distracted. + +_Zab._ Pray you follow her: I will along with you: +I more than ghess the cause: women that love +Are most uncertain, and one minute crave, +What in another they refuse to have. [_Exit._ + + + + +_Scena Quinta._ + + +_Enter_ Clodio, Charino. + +_Clo._ Assure thy self _Charino_, I am alter'd +From what I was; the tempests we have met with +In our uncertain voyage, were smooth gales +Compar'd to those, the memory of my lusts +Rais'd in my Conscience: and if ere again +I live to see _Zenocia_, I will sue, +And seek to her as a Lover, and a Servant, +And not command affection, like a Tyrant. + +_Char._ In hearing this, you make me young again, +And Heaven, it seems, favouring this good change in you +In setting of a period to our dangers +Gives us fair hopes to find that here in _Lisbon_ +Which hitherto in vain we long have sought for. +I have receiv'd assur'd intelligence, +Such strangers have been seen here: and though yet +I cannot learn their fortunes, nor the place +Of their abode, I have a Soul presages +A fortunate event here. + +_Clo._ There have pass'd +A mutual enterchange of courtesies +Between me, and the Governour; therefore boldly +We may presume of him, and of his power +If we finde cause to use them, otherwise +I would not be known here, and these disguises +Will keep us from discovery. + +_Enter_ Manuel, Doctor, Arnoldo, Guard. + +_Char._ What are these? + +_Clo._ The Governour: with him my Rival, bound. + +_Char._ For certain 'tis _Arnoldo_. + +_Clo._ Let's attend +What the success will be. + +_Mar._ Is't possible +There should be hope of his recovery, +His wounds so many and so deadly? + +_Doct._ So they appear'd at first, but the blood stop'd, +His trance forsook him, and on better search +We found they were not mortal. + +_Man._ Use all care +To perfect this unhop'd for cure: that done +Propose your own rewards: and till you shall +Hear farther from me, for some ends I have, +Conceal it from his Mother. + +_Doct._ Wee'l not fail Sir. [_Exit._ + +_Man._ You still stand confident on your innocence. + +_Arn._ It is my best and last guard, which I will not +Leave, to relye on your uncertain mercy. + +_Enter_ Hippolyta, Zabulon, Leopold, Zenocia, 2 Servants. + +_Hip._ Who bad you follow me! Goe home, and you Sir, +As you respect me, goe with her. + +_Arn._ _Zenocia_! +And in her house a Servant! + +_Char._ 'Tis my Daughter. + +_Clo._ My love? Contain your joy, observe the sequel. [_Zen. passes._ + +_Man._ Fye Madam, how undecent 'tis for you, +So far unlike your self to bee seen thus +In th' open streets? why do you kneel? pray you rise, +I am acquainted with the wrong, and loss +You have sustain'd, and the Delinquent now +Stands ready for his punishment. + +_Hip._ Let it fall, Sir, +On the offender: he is innocent, +And most unworthy of these bonds he wears, +But I made up of guilt. + +_Man._ What strange turn's this? + +_Leo._ This was my prisoner once. + +_Hip._ If chastity +In a young man, and tempted to the height too +Did ere deserve reward, or admiration, +He justly may claim both. Love to his person +(Or if you please give it a fouler name) +Compel'd me first to train him to my house, +All engines I rais'd there to shake his vertue, +Which in the assault were useless; he unmov'd still +As if he had no part of humane frailty. +Against the nature of my Sex, almost +I plaid the Ravisher. You might have seen +In our contention, young _Apollo_ fly +And love-sick _Daphne_ follow, all arts failing, +By flight he wan the victory, breaking from +My scorn'd embraces: the repulse (in women +Unsufferable) invited me to practise +A means to be reveng'd: and from this grew +His Accusation, and the abuse +Of your still equall justice: My rage ever +Thanks heaven, though wanton, I found not my self +So far engag'd to Hell, to prosecute +To the death what I had plotted, for that love +That made me first desire him, then accuse him, +Commands me with the hazard of my self +First to entreat his pardon, then acquit him. + +_Man._ What ere you are, so much I love your vertue, +That I desire your friendship: do you unloose him +From those bonds, you are worthy of: your repentance +Makes part of satisfaction; yet I must +Severely reprehend you. + +_Leo._ I am made +A stale on all parts: But this fellow shall +Pay dearly for her favour. + +_Arn._ My life's so full +Of various changes, that I now despair +Of any certain port; one trouble ending, +A new, and worse succeeds it: what should _Zenocia_ +Do in this womans house? Can chastity +And hot Lust dwell together without infection? +I would not be or jealous, or secure, +Yet something must be done, to sound the depth on't: +That she lives is my bliss, but living there, +A hell of torments; there's no way to her +In whom I live, but by this door, through which +To me 'tis death to enter, yet I must, +And will make tryal. + +_Man._ Let me hear no more +Of these devices, Lady: this I pardon, +And at your intercession I forgive +Your instrument the Jew too: get you home. +The hundred thousand crowns you lent the City +Towards the setting forth of the last Navy +Bound for the Islands, was a good then, which +I ballance with your ill now. + +_Char._ Now Sir, to him, +You know my Daughter needs it. + +_Hip._ Let me take +A farewell with mine eye, Sir, though my lip +Be barr'd the Ceremonie, courtesie +And Custom too allows of. + +_Arn._ Gentle Madam, +I neither am so cold, nor so ill bred +But that I dare receive it: you are unguarded, +And let me tell you that I am asham'd +Of my late rudeness, and would gladly therefore +If you please to accept my ready service +Wait on you to your house. + +_Hip._ Above my hope: +Sir, if an Angel were to be my convoy, +He should not be more welcom.-- [_Ex._ Arn. _and_ Hip. + +_Clo._ Now you know me. + +_Man._ Yes Sir, and honour you: ever remembring +Your many bounties, being ambitious only +To give you cause to say by some one service +That I am not ungratefull. + +_Clod._ 'Tis now offer'd: +I have a suit to you, and an easie one, +Which e're long you shall know. + +_Man._ When you think fit Sir, +And then as a command I will receive it, +Till when, most welcom: you are welcom too Sir, +'Tis spoken from the heart, and therefore needs not +Much protestation: at your better leisure +I will enquire the cause that brought you hither: +In the mean time serve you. + +_Clod._ You out-doe me Sir. [_Exeunt._ + + + + +_Actus Quartus. Scena Prima._ + + +_Enter_ Duarte, Doctor. + +_Dua._ You have bestow'd on me a second life, +For which I live your creature, and have better'd +What nature fram'd unperfect, my first being +Insolent pride made monstrous; but this later +In learning me to know my self, hath taught me +Not to wrong others. + +_Doct._ Then we live indeed, +When we can goe to rest without alarm +Given every minute to a guilt-sick conscience +To keep us waking, and rise in the morning +Secure in being innocent: but when +In the remembrance of our worser actions +We ever bear about us whips and furies, +To make the day a night of sorrow to us, +Even life's a burthen. + +_Dua._ I have found and felt it; +But will endeavour having first made peace +With those intestine enemies my rude passions, +To be so with man-kind: but worthy Doctor, +Pray if you can resolve me; was the Gentleman +That left me dead, ere brought unto his tryal? + +_Doct._ Not known, nor apprehended. + +_Dua._ That's my grief. + +_Doct._ Why, do you wish he had been punished? + +_Dua._ No, +The stream of my swoln sorrow runs not that way: +For could I find him, as I vow to Heaven +It shall be my first care to seek him out, +I would with thanks acknowledge that his sword, +In opening my veins, which proud bloud poison'd, +Gave the first symptoms of true health. + +_Doct._ 'Tis in you +A Christian resolution: that you live +Is by the Governours, your Uncles charge +As yet conceal'd. And though a sons loss never +Was solemniz'd with more tears of true sorrow +Than have been paid by your unequal'd Mother +For your supposed death, she's not acquainted +With your recovery. + +_Dua._ For some few dayes +Pray let her so continue: thus disguis'd +I may abroad unknown. + +_Doct._ Without suspicion +Of being discovered. + +_Dua._ I am confident +No moisture sooner dies than womens tears, +And therefore though I know my Mother vertuous, +Yet being one of that frail sex I purpose +Her farther tryal. + +_Doct._ That as you think fit--I'le not betray you. + +_Dua._ To find out this stranger +This true Physician of my mind and manners +Were such a blessing. He seem'd poor, and may +Perhaps be now in want; would I could find him. +The Innes I'le search first, then the publick Stewes; +He was of _Italy_, and that Country breeds not +Precisians that way, but hot Libertines; +And such the most are: 'tis but a little travail: +I am unfurnisht too, pray Mr. Doctor, +Can you supply me? + +_Doct._ With what summ you please. + +_Dua._ I will not be long absent. + +_Doct._ That I wish too; +For till you have more strength, I would not have you +To be too bold. + +_Dua._ Fear not, I will be carefull. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Leopold, Zabulon, Bravo. + +_Zab._ I have brought him Sir, a fellow that will do it +Though Hell stood in his way, ever provided +You pay him for't. + +_Leop._ He has a strange aspect, +And looks much like the figure of a hang-man +In a table of the Passion. + +_Zab._ He transcends +All precedents, believe it, a flesh'd ruffian, +That hath so often taken the Strappado, +That 'tis to him but as a lofty trick +Is to a tumbler: he hath perused too +All Dungeons in _Portu[g]al_, thrice seven years +Rowed in the Galleys for three several murthers, +Though I presume that he has done a hundred, +And scap't unpunisht. + +_Leop._ He is much in debt to you, +You set him off so well. What will you take Sir +To beat a fellow for me, that thus wrong'd me? + +_Bra._ To beat him say you? + +_Leop._ Yes, beat him to lameness, +To cut his lips or nose off; any thing, +That may disfigure him. + +_Bra._ Let me consider? +Five hundred pistolets for such a service +I think were no dear penniworth. + +_Zab._ Five hundred! +Why there are of your Brother-hood in the City, +I'le undertake, shall kill a man for twenty. + +_Bra._ Kill him? I think so; I'le kill any man +For half the mony. + +_Leop._ And will you ask more +For a sound beating than a murther? + +_Bra._ I Sir, +And with good reason, for a dog that's dead, +The Spanish proverb says, will never bite: +But should I beat or hurt him only, he may +Recover, and kill me. + +_Leo._ A good conclusion, +The obduracie of this rascal makes me tender. +I'le run some other course, there's your reward +Without the employment. + +_Bra._ For that as you please Sir; +When you have need to kill a man, pray use me, +But I am out at beating. [_Exit._ + +_Zab._ What's to be done then? + +_Leop._ I'le tell thee _Zabulon_, and make thee privy +To my most near designs: this stranger, which +_Hippolyta_ so dotes on, was my prisoner +When the last Virgin, I bestowed upon her, +Was made my prize; how he escaped, hereafter +I'le let thee know; and it may be the love +He bears the servant, makes him scorn the Mistris. + +_Zab._ 'Tis not unlike; for the first time he saw her +His looks exprest so much, and for more proof +Since he came to my Ladys house, though yet +He never knew her, he hath practis'd with me +To help him to a conference, without +The knowledge of _Hippolyta_; which I promis'd. + +_Leop._ And by all means perform it for their meeting, +But work it so, that my disdainful Mistris +(Whom, notwithstanding all her injuries, +'Tis my hard fate to love) may see and hear them. + +_Zab._ To what end Sir? + +_Leop._ This _Zabulon_: when she sees +Who is her rival, and her Lovers baseness +To leave a Princess for her bondwoman, +The sight will make her scorn, what now she dotes on, +I'le double thy reward. + +_Zab._ You are like to speed then: +For I confess what you will soon believe, +We serve them best that are most apt to give, +For you, I'le place you where you shall see all, and yet be unobserv'd. + +_Leop._ That I desire too. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Arnoldo. + +_Arn._ I cannot see her yet, how it afflicts me +The poyson of this place should mix it self +With her pure thoughts? 'Twas she that was commanded, +Or my eyes failed me grosly; that youth, that face +And all that noble sweetness. May she not live here, +And yet be honest still? + +_Enter_ Zenocia. + +_Zen._ It is _Arnoldo_, +From all his dangers free; fortune I bless thee. +My noble husband! how my joy swells in me, +But why in this place? what business hath he here? +He cannot hear of me, I am not known here. +I left him vertuous; how I shake to think now! +And how that joy I had, cools, and forsakes me! + +_Enter above_ Hippolyta _and_ Zabulon. + +This Lady is but fair, I have been thought so +Without compare admired; She has bewitched him +And he forgot-- + +_Arn._ 'Tis she again, the same--the same _Zenocia_. + +_Zab._ There they are together.--Now you may mark. + +_Hip._ Peace, let 'em parly. + +_Arn._ That you are well _Zenocia_, and once more +Bless my despairing eyes, with your wisht presence, +I thank the gods; but that I meet you here-- + +_Hip._ They are acquainted. + +_Zab._ I found that secret Madam, +When you co[m]manded her go home: pray hear 'em. + +_Zen._ That you meet me here, ne're blush at that _Arnoldo_. +Your coming comes too late: I am a woman, +And one woman with another may be trusted; +Do you fear the house? + +_Arn._ More than a fear, I know it, +Know it not good, not honest. + +_Zen._ What do you here then? +I'th' name of vertue why do you approach it? +Will you confess the doubt and yet pursue it? +Where have your eyes been wandring, my _Arnoldo_? +What constancy, what faith do you call this? Fie, +Aim at one wanton mark, and wound another? +I do confess, the Lady fair, most beauteous, +And able to betray a strong mans liberty, + [Leopold _places himself unseen below._ +But you that have a love, a wife--you do well +To deal thus wisely with me: yet _Arnoldo_, +Since you are pleas'd to study a new beauty, +And think this old and ill, beaten with misery, +Study a nobler way for shame to love me, +Wrong not her honesty. + +_Arn._ You have confirm'd me. + +_Zen._ Who though she be your wife, will never hinder you, +So much I rest a servant to your wishes, +And love your Loves, though they be my destructions, +No man shall know me, nor the share I have in thee, +No eye suspect I am able to prevent you, +For since I am a slave to this great Lady, +Whom I perceive you follow, + +_Arn._ Be not blinded. + +_Zen._ Fortune shall make me useful to your service, +I will speak for you. + +_Arn._ Speak for me? you wrong me. + +_Zen._ I will endeavour all the wayes I am able +To make her think well of you; will that please? +To make her dote upon you, dote to madness, +So far against my self I will obey you. +But when that's done, and I have shewed this duty, +This great obedience, few will buy it at my price, +Thus will I shake hands with you, wish you well, +But never see you more, nor receive comfort +From any thing, _Arnoldo_. + +_Arn._ You are too tender; +I neither doubt you, nor desire longer +To be a man, and live, than I am honest +And only yours; our infinite affections +Abus'd us both. + +_Zab._ Where are your favours now? +The courtesies you shew'd this stranger, Madam? + +_Hip._ Have I now found the cause? + +_Zab._ Attend it further. + +_Zen._ Did she invite you, do you say? + +_Arn._ Most cunningly, +And with a preparation of that state +I was brought in and welcom'd. + +_Zen._ Seem'd to love you? + +_Arn._ Most infinitely, at first sight, most dotingly. + +_Zen._ She is a goodly Lady. + +_Arn._ Wondrous handsom: +At first view, being taken unprepar'd, +Your memory not present then to assist me, +She seem'd so glorious sweet, and so far stir'd me, +Nay be not jealous, there's no harm done. + +_Zen._ Prethee--didst thou not kiss, _Arnoldo_? + +_Arn._ Yes faith did I. + +_Zen._ And then-- + +_Arn._ I durst not, did not-- + +_Zen._ I forgive you, +Come tell the truth. + +_Arn._ May be I lay with her. + +_Hip._ He mocks me too, most basely. + +_Zen._ Did ye faith? did ye forget so far? + +_Arn._ Come, come, no weeping; +I would have lyen first in my grave, believe that. +Why will you ask those things you would not hear? +She is too untemperate to betray my vertues, +Too openly lascivious: had she dealt +But with that seeming modesty she might, +And flung a little Art upon her ardor, +But 'twas forgot, and I forgot to like her, +And glad I was deceiv'd. No my _Zenocia_, +My first love here begun, rests here unreapt yet, +And here for ever. + +_Zen._ You have made me happy, +Even in the midst of bondage blest. + +_Zab._ You see now +What rubs are in your way. + +_Hip._ And quickly _Zabulon_ +I'le root 'em out.--Be sure you do this presently. + +_Zab._ Do not you alter then. + +_Hip._ I am resolute. [_Exit Zabulon._ + +_Arn._ To see you only I came hither last, +Drawn by no love of hers, nor base allurements, +For by this holy light I hate her heartily. + +_Leop._ I am glad of that, you have sav'd me so much vengeance +And so much fear, +From this hour fair befal you. + +_Arn._ Some means I shall make shortly to redeem you, +Till when, observe her well, and fit her temper, +Only her lust contemn. + +_Zen._ When shall I see you? + +_Arn._ I will live hereabouts, and bear her fair still, +Till I can find a fit hour to redeem you. + +_Hip._ Shut all the doors. + +_Arn._ Who's that? + +_Zen._ We are betray'd, +The Lady of the house has heard our parly, +Seen us, and seen our Loves. + +_Hip._ You courteous Gallant, +You that scorn all I can bestow, that laugh at +The afflictions, and the groans I suffer for you, +That slight and jeer my love, contemn the fortune +My favours can fling on you, have I caught you? +Have I now found the cause? ye fool my wishes; +Is mine own slave, my bane? I nourish that +That sucks up my content. I'le pray no more, +Nor wooe no more; thou shalt see foolish man, +And to thy bitter pain and anguish, look on +The vengeance I shall take, provok'd and slighted; +Redeem her then, and steal her hence: ho _Zabulon_ +Now to your work. + +_Enter_ Zabulon, _and_ Servants, _some holding_ Arnoldo, +_some ready with a cord to strangle_ Zenocia. + +_Arn._ Lady, but hear me speak first, +As you have pity. + +_Hip._ I have none. You taught me, +When I even hung about your neck, you scorn'd me. + +_Zab._ Shall we pluck yet? + +_Hip._ No, hold a little _Zabulon_, +I'le pluck his heart-strings first: now am I worthy +A little of your love? + +_Arn._ I'le be your Servant, +Command me through what danger you shall aime at, +Let it be death. + +_Hip._ Be sure Sir, I shall fit you. + +_Arn._ But spare this Virgin. + +_Hip._ I would spare that villain first, +Had cut my Fathers throat. + +_Arn._ Bounteous Lady, +If in your sex there be that noble softness, +That tenderness of heart, women are crown'd for-- + +_Zen._ Kneel not _Arnoldo_, doe her not that honour, +She is not worthy such submission, +I scorn a life depends upon her pity. +Proud woman do thy worst, and arm thy anger +With thoughts as black as Hell, as hot and bloody, +I bring a patience here, shall make 'em blush, +An innocence, shall outlook thee, and death too. + +_Arn._ Make me your slave, I give my freedom to ye, +For ever to be fetter'd to your service; +'Twas I offended, be not so unjust then, +To strike the innocent, this gentle maid +Never intended fear and doubt against you: +She is your Servant, pay not her observance +With cruel looks, her duteous faith with death. + +_Hip._ Am I fair now? now am I worth your liking? + +_Zen._ Not fair, not to be liked, thou glorious Devil, +Thou vernisht piece of lust, thou painted fury. + +_Arn._ Speak gently sweet, speak gently. + +_Zen._ I'le speak nobly. +'Tis not the saving of a life I aim at, +Mark me lascivious woman, mark me truly, +And then consider, how I weigh thy anger. +Life is no longer mine, nor dear unto me, +Than usefull to his honour I preserve it. +If thou hadst studied all the courtesies +Humanity and noble blood are linkt to, +Thou couldst not have propounded such a benefit, +Nor heapt upon me such unlookt for honour +As dying for his sake, to be his Martyr, +'Tis such a grace. + +_Hip._ You shall not want that favour, +Let your bones work miracles. + +_Arn._ Dear Lady +By those fair eyes-- + +_Hip._ There is but this way left ye +To save her life.-- + +_Arn._ Speak it, and I embrace it. + +_Hip._ Come to my private chamber presently, +And there, what love and I command-- + +_Arn._ I'le doe it, +Be comforted _Zenocia_. + +_Zen._ Do not do this +To save me, do not lose your self I charge you, +I charge you by your love, that love [you] bear me; +That love, that constant love you have twin'd to me, +By all your promises, take heed you keep 'em, +Now is your constant tryal. If thou dost this, +Or mov'st one foot, to guide thee to her lust, +My curses and eternal hate pursue thee. +Redeem me at the base price of dis-loyalty? +Must my undoubted honesty be thy Bawd too? +Go and intwine thy self about that body; +Tell her, for my life thou hast lost thine honour, +Pull'd all thy vows from heaven, basely, most basely +Stoop'd to the servile flames of that foul woman, +To add an hour to me that hate thee for it, +Know thee not again, nor name thee for a Husband. + +_Arn._ What shall I do to save her? + +_Hip._ How now, what hast there? + +_Enter a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ The Governour, attended with some Gentlemen, +Are newly entred, to speak with your Ladiship. + +_Hip._ Pox o' their business, reprieve her for this hour, +I shall have other time. + +_Arn._ Now fortune help us. + +_Hip._ I'le meet 'em presently: retire awhile all. [_Exeunt._ + +_Zab._ You rise to day upon your right side Lady; +You know the danger too, and may prevent it, +And if you suffer her to perish thus, +As she must do, and suddenly, believe it, +Unless you stand her friend; you know the way on't, +I guess you poorly love her, less your fortune. +Let her know nothing, and perform this matter, +There are hours ordained for several businesses, +You understand. + +_Arn._ I understand you Bawd Sir, +And such a Counsellour I never car'd for. + +_Enter the_ Governour, Clodio, Leopold, Charino _and_ +Attendants _at one door_, Hippolyta _at the other._ + +_Hip._ Your Lordship does me honour. + +_Gover._ Fair _Hippolyta_, +I am come to ease you of a charge. + +_Hip._ I keep none +I count a burthen Sir: and yet I lye too. + +_Gover._ Which is the Maid; is she here? + +_Clod._ Yes Sir, +This is she, this is _Zenocia_, +The very same I sued to your Lordship for. + +_Zen._ _Clodio_ again? more misery? more ruin? +Under what angry star is my life govern'd? + +_Gov._ Come hither Maid, you are once more a free woman, +Here I discharge your bonds. + +_Arn._ Another smile, +Another trick of fortune to betray us! + +_Hip._ Why does your Lordship use me so unnobly? +Against my will to take away my bond-woman? + +_Gov._ She was no lawful prize, therefore no bond-woman: +She's of that Country we hold friendship with, +And ever did, and therefore to be used +With entertainment, fair and courteous. +The breach of League in us gives foul example, +Therefore you must be pleas'd to think this honest; +Did you know what she was? + +_Leop._ Not till this instant; +For had I known her, she had been no prisoner. + +_Gov._ There, take the Maid, she is at her own dispose now, +And if there be ought else to do your honour +Any poor service in-- + +_Clod._ I am vowed your servant. + +_Arn._ Your Father's here too, that's our only comfort, +And in a Country now, we stand free people, +Where _Clodio_ has no power, be comforted. + +_Zen._ I fear some trick yet. + +_Arn._ Be not so dejected. + +_Gover._ You must not be displeas'd; so farewel Lady. +Come Gentlemen; Captain, you must with me too, +I have a little business. + +_Leop._ I attend your Lordship: +Now my way's free, and my hope's Lord again. + [_Exeunt all but_ Hip. _and_ Zab. + +_Hip._ D'ye jeer me now ye are going? +I may live yet--to make you howl both. + +_Zab._ You might have done; you had power then, +But now the chains are off, the command lost, +And such a story they will make of this +To laugh out lazie time. + +_Hip._ No means yet left me? +For now I burst with anger: none to satisfie me? +No comfort? no revenge? + +_Zab._ You speak too late; +You might have had all these, your useful servants, +Had you been wise, and suddain: what power, or will +Over her beauty, have you now? by violence +To constrain his love; she is as free as you are, +And no law can impeach her liberty, +And whilst she is so, _Arnoldo_ will despise you. + +_Hip._ Either my love or anger must be satisfied, +Or I must dye. + +_Zab._ I have a way wou'd do it, +Wou'd do it yet, protect me from the Law. + +_Hip._ From any thing; thou knowest what power I have, +What mony, and what friends. + +_Zab._ 'Tis a devilish one: +But such must now be us'd: walk in, I'le tell you; +And if you like it, if the Devil can do any thing-- + +_Hip._ Devil, or what thou wilt, so I be satisfied. [_Ex._ + +_Enter_ Sulpitia, _and_ Jaques. + +_Sulp._ This is the rarest and the lustiest fellow, +And so bestirs himself-- + +_Jaq._ Give him breath Mistress, +You'l melt him else. + +_Sulp._ He does perform such wonders-- +The women are mad on him. + +_Jaq._ Give him breath I say; +The man is but a man, he must have breath. + +_Sulp._ How many had he yesterday? +And they paid bravely too. + +_Jaq._ About fourteen, +But still I cry give breath, spare him and have him. + +_Sulp._ Five Dames to day; this was a small stage, +He may endure five more. + +_Jaq._ Breath, breath I cry still; +Body o' me give breath, the man's a lost man else. +Feed him and give him breath. + +_Enter_ 2 Gentlewomen. + +_Sulp._ Welcome Gentlewomen, +Y'are very welcome. + +_1 Gen._ We hear you have a lusty and well complexion'd fellow +That does rare tricks; my Sister and my self here, +Would trifle out an hour or two, so please you. + +_Sulp._ _Jaques_, conduct 'em in. + +_Both._ There's for your courtesie. [_Ex._ Jaq. _and_ Gent. + +_Sulp._ Good pay still, good round pay, this happy fellow +Will set me up again; he brings in gold +Faster than I have leisure to receive it. +O that his body were not flesh and fading; +But I'le so pap him up--nothing too dear for him; +What a sweet scent he has?--Now what news _Jaques_? + +_Jaq._ He cannot last, I pity the poor man, +I suffer for him; two Coaches of young City dames, +And they drive as the Devil were in the wheels, +Are ready now to enter: and behind these +An old dead-palsied Lady in a Litter, +And she makes all the haste she can: the man's lost, +You may gather up his dry bones to make Nine-pins, +But for his flesh. + +_Sulp._ These are but easie labours +Yet, for I know he must have rest. + +_Ja._ He must--you'll beat him off his legs else presently. + +_Sul._ Go in, and bid him please himself, I am pleas'd too: +To morrow's a new day; but if he can +I would have him take pity o' the old Lady. +Alas 'tis charity. + +_Jaq._ I'le tell him all this, +And if he be not too fool-hardy. + +_Enter_ Zabulon. + +_Sulp._ How now? +What news with you? + +_Zab._ You must presently +Shew all the art you have, and for my Lady. + +_Sulp._ She may command. + +_Zab._ You must not dream nor trifle. + +_Sulp._ Which way? + +_Zab._ A spell you must prepare, a powerful one, +Peruse but these directions, you shall find all; +There is the picture too, be quick, and faithful, +And do it with that strength--when 'tis perform'd, +Pitch your reward at what you please, you have it. + +_Sul._ I'le do my best, and suddenly: but hark ye, +Will you never lye at home again? + +_Zab._ Excuse me, +I have too much business yet. + +_Sulp._ I am right glad on't. + +_Zab._ Think on your business, so farewel. + +_Sulp._ I'le do it. + +_Zab._ Within this hour I'le visit you again +And give you greater lights. + +_Sulp._ I shall observe ye; +This brings a brave reward, bravely I'le do it, +And all the hidden art I have, express in't. [_Exeunt at both doors._ + +_Enter_ Rutilio _with a Night-cap._ + +_Rut._ Now do I look as if I were Crow-trodden, +Fye, how my hams shrink under me! O me, +I am broken-winded too; is this a life? +Is this the recreation I have aim'd at? +I had a body once, a handsome body, +And wholesome too. Now I appear like a rascal, +That had been hung a year or two in Gibbets. +Fye how I faint! women? keep me from women; +Place me before a Cannon, 'tis a pleasure; +Stretch me upon a Rack, a recreation; +But women? women? O the Devil! women? +_Curtius_ Gulf was never half so dangerous. +Is there no way to find the Trap-door again, +And fall into the Cellar, and be taken? +No lucky fortune to direct me that way? +No Gallies to be got, nor yet no Gallows? +For I fear nothing now, no earthly thing +But these unsatisfied Men-leeches, women. +How devilishly my bones ake! O the old Lady! +I have a kind of waiting-woman lyes cross my back too, +O how she stings! no treason to deliver me? +Now what are you? do you mock me? + + _Enter_ 3. _with Night-caps very faintly._ + +_1_ No Sir, no; +We were your Predecessors in this place. + +_2_ And come to see you bear up. + +_Rut._ Good Gentlemen; +You seem to have a snuffing in your head Sir, +A parlous snuffing, but this same dampish air-- + +_2_ A dampish air indeed. + +_Rut._ Blow your face tenderly, +Your nose will ne're endure it: mercy o' me, +What are men chang'd to here? is my nose fast yet? +Me thinks it shakes i'th' hilts: pray tell me gentlemen, +How long is't since you flourisht here? + +_3_ Not long since. + +_Rut._ Move your self easily, I see you are tender, +Nor long endured. + +_2_ The labour was so much Sir, +And so few to perform it-- + +_Rut._ Must I come to this? +And draw my legs after me like a lame Dog? +I cannot run away, I am too feeble: +Will you sue for this place again Gentlemen? + +_1_ No truly Sir, the place has been too warm for our complexions. +We have enough on't, rest you merry Sir, +We came but to congratulate your fortune, +You have abundance. + +_3_ Bear your fortune soberly, +And so we leave you to the next fair Lady. [_Ex. the_ 3. + +_Rut._ Stay but a little, and I'le meet you Gentlemen, +At the next Hospital: there's no living thus, +Nor am I able to endure it longer, +With all the helps and heats that can be given me, +I am at my trot already: they are fair and young +Most of the women that repair unto me, +But they stick on like Burs, shake me like Feathers. + +_Enter_ Sulpitia. + +More Women yet? +Would I were honestly married +To any thing that had but half a face, +And not a groat to keep her, nor a smock, +That I might be civilly merry when I pleased, +Rather than labouring in these Fulling-mills. + +_Sul._ By this the spell begins to work: you are lusty, +I see you bear up bravely yet. + +_Rut._ Do you hear Lady, +Do not make a game-bear of me, to play me hourly, +And fling on all your whelps; it would not hold; +Play me with some discretion; to day one course, +And two dayes hence another. + +_Sulp._ If you be so angry +Pay back the mony I redeem'd you at +And take your course, I can have men enough: +You have cost me a hundred crowns since you came hither, +In Broths and strength[n]ing Caudles; till you do pay me, +If you will eat and live, you shall endeavour, +I'le chain you to't else. + +_Rut._ Make me a Dog-kennel, +I'le keep your house and bark, and feed on bare bones, +And be whipt out o' doors, +Do you mark me Lady? whipt, +I'le eat old shoes. + +_Enter_ Duarte. + +_Dua._ In this house I am told +There is a stranger, of a goodly person, +And such a one there was; if I could see him, +I yet remember him. + +_Sulp._ Your business Sir, +If it be for a woman, ye are couzen'd, +I keep none here. [_Exit._ + +_Dua._ Certain this is the Gentleman; +The very same. + +_Rut._ Death, if I had but mony, +Or any friend to bring me from this bondage, +I would Thresh, set up a Cobler's shop, keep Hogs, +And feed with 'em, sell Tinder-boxes, +And Knights of Ginger-bread, Thatch for three +Half pence a day, and think it Lordly, +From this base Stallion trade: why does he eye me, +Eye me so narrowly? + +_Dua._ It seems you are troubled Sir, +I heard you speak of want. + +_Rut._ 'Tis better hearing +Far, than relieving Sir. + +_Dua._ I do not think so, you know me not. + +_Rut._ Not yet that I remember. + +_Dua._ You shall, and for your friend: I am beholding to ye, +Greatly beholding Sir; if you remember, +You fought with such a man, they call'd _Duarte_, +A proud distemper'd man: he was my enemy, +My mortal foe, you slew him fairly, nobly. + +_Rut._ Speak softly Sir, you do not mean to betray me, +I wisht the Gallows, now th'are coming fairly. + +_Dua._ Be confident, for as I live, I love you, +And now you shall perceive it: for that service, +Me, and my purse command: there, take it to ye, +'Tis gold, and no small sum, a thousand Duckets, +Supply your want. + +_Rut._ But do you do this faithfully? + +_Dua._ If I mean ill, spit in my face and kick me: +In what else I may serve you, Sir-- + +_Rut._ I thank you, +This is as strange to me as Knights adventures. +I have a project, 'tis an honest one, +And now I'le tempt my fortune. + +_Dua._ Trust me with it. + +_Rut._ You are so good and honest I must trust ye, +'Tis but to carry a letter to a Lady +That sav'd my life once. + +_Dua._ That will be most thankful, +I will do't with all care. + +_Rut._ Where are you, white-broth? +Now lusty blood, +Come in, and tell your mony: +'Tis ready here, no threats, nor no orations, +Nor prayers now. + +_Sulp._ You do not mean to leave me. + +_Rut._ I'le live in Hell sooner than here, and cooler. +Come quickly come, dispatch, this air's unwho[l]som: +Quickly good Lady, quickly to't. + +_Sulp._ Well, since it must be, +The next I'le fetter faster sure, and closer. + +_Rut._ And pick his bones, as y'have done mine, pox take ye. + +_Dua._ At my lodging for a while, you shall be quartered, +And there take Physick for your health. + +_Rut._ I thank ye, +I have found my angel now too, if I can keep him. + [_Exeunt omnes._ + + + + +_Actus Quintus. Scena Prima._ + + +_Enter Rutilio and Duarte._ + +_Rut. You like the Letter? + +_Dua._ Yes, but I must tell you +You tempt a desperate hazard, to sollicite +The mother, (and the grieved one too, 'tis rumor'd) +Of him you slew so lately. + +_Rut._ I have told you +Some proofs of her affection, and I know not +A nearer way to make her satisfaction +For a lost Son, than speedily to help her +To a good Husband; one that will beget +Both Sons and Daughters, if she be not barren. +I have had a breathing now, and have recovered +What I lost in my late service, 'twas a hot one: +It fired and fired me; but all thanks to you Sir, +You have both freed and cool'd me. + +_Dua._ What is done Sir, +I thought well done, and was in that rewarded, +And therefore spare your thanks. + +_Rut._ I'le no more Whoring: +This fencing 'twixt a pair of sheets, more wears one +Than all the exercise in the world besides. +To be drunk with good Canary, a meer Julip +Or like gourd-water to't; twenty Surfeits +Come short of one nights work there. If I get this Lady +As ten to one I shall, I was ne're denied yet, +I will live wondrous honestly; walk before her +Gravely and demurely +And then instruct my family; you are sad, +What do you muse on Sir? + +_Dua._ Truth I was thinking +What course to take for the delivery of your letter, +And now I have it: but faith did this Lady +(For do not gull your self) for certain know, +You kill'd her Son? + +_Rut._ Give me a Book I'le swear't; +Denyed me to the Officers, that pursued me, +Brought me her self to th' door, then gave me gold +To bear my charges, and shall I make doubt then +But that she lov'd me? I am confident +Time having ta'ne her grief off, that I shall be +Most welcome to her: for then to have wooed her +Had been unseasonable. + +_Dua._ Well Sir, there's more mony, +To ma[ke] you handsome; I'le about your business: +You know where you must stay? + +_Rut._ There you shall find me: +Would I could meet my Brother now, to know, +Whether the Jew, his Genius, or my Christian, +Has prov'd the better friend. [_Exit._ + +_Dua._ O who would trust +Deceiving woman! or believe that one +The best, and most Canoniz'd ever was +More than a seeming goodness? I could rail now +Against the sex, and curse it; but the theam +And way's too common: yet that _Guiomar_ +My Mother; (nor let that forbid her to be +The wonder of our nation) she that was +Mark'd out the great example, for all Matrons +Both Wife and Widow; she that in my breeding +Exprest the utmost of a Mothers care, +And tenderness to a Son; she that yet feigns +Such sorrow for me; good God, that this mother, +After all this, should give up to a stranger, +The wreak she ow'd her Son; I fear her honour. +That he was sav'd, much joyes me, and grieve only +That she was his preserver. I'le try further, +And by this Engine, find whether the tears, +Of which she is so prodigal, are for me, +Or us'd to cloak her base hypocrisie. [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Hippolyta _and_ Sulpitia. + +_Hip._ Are you assur'd the charm prevails? + +_Sulp._ Do I live? +Or do you speak to me? Now this very instant +Health takes its last leave of her; meager paleness +Like winter, nips the Roses and the Lilies, +The Spring that youth, and love adorn'd her face with. +To force affection, is beyond our art, +For I have prov'd all means that hell has taught me, +Or the malice of a woman, which exceeds it, +To change _Arnoldo's_ love, but to no purpose: +But for your bond-woman-- + +_Hip._ Let her pine and dye; +She remov'd, which like a brighter Sun, +Obscures my beams, I may shine out again, +And as I have been, be admir'd and sought to: +How long has she to live? + +_Sulp._ Lady, before +The Sun twice rise and set, be confident, +She is but dead; I know my Charm hath found her. +Nor can the Governours Guard; her lovers tears; +Her Fathers sorrow, or his power that freed her, +Defend her from it. + +_Enter_ Zabulon. + +_Zab._ All things have succeeded, +As you could wish; I saw her brought sick home; +The image of pale death, stampt on her fore-head. +Let me adore this second Hecate, +This great Commandress, of the fatal Sisters, +That as she pleases, can cut short, or lengthen +The thread of life. + +_Hip._ Where was she when the inchantment +First seis'd upon her? + +_Zab._ Taking the fresh air, +In the company of the Governour, and Count _Clodio_, +_Arnoldo_ too, was present with her Father, +When, in a moment (so the servants told me) +As she was giving thanks to the Governour, +And _Clodio_, for her unexpected freedom, +As if she had been blasted, she sunk down, +To their amazement. + +_Hip._ 'Tis thy master-piece +Which I will so reward, that thou shalt fix here, +And with the hazard of thy life, no more +Make tryal of thy powerful Art; which known +Our Laws call death: off with this Magical Robe, +And be thy self. + +_Enter_ Governour, Clodio, _and_ Charino. + +_Sulp._ Stand close, you shall hear more. + +_Man._ You must have patience; all rage is vain now, +And piety forbids, that we should question +What is decreed above, or ask a reason +Why heaven determines this or that way of us. + +_Clod._ Heaven has no hand in't; 'tis a work of hell. +Her life hath been so innocent, all her actions +So free from the suspicion of crime, +As rather she deserves a Saints place here, +Than to endure, what now her sweetness suffers. + +_Char._ Not for her fault, but mine Sir, _Zenocia_ suffers: +The sin I made, when I sought to rase down +_Arnoldo's_ love, built on a Rock of truth, +Now to the height is punish'd. I profess, +Had he no birth, nor parts, the present sorrow +He now expresses for her, does deserve her +Above all Kings, though such had been his rivals. + +_Clod._ All ancient stories, of the love of Husbands +To vertuous Wives, be now no more remembred. + +_Char._ The tales of _Turtles_, ever be forgotten, +Or, for his sake believ'd. + +_Man._ I have heard, there has been +Between some married pairs, such sympathy, +That th' Husband has felt really the throws +His Wife then teeming suffers, this true grief +Confirms, 'tis not impossible. + +_Clod._ We shall find +Fit time for this hereafter; let's use now +All possible means to help her. + +_Man._ Care, nor cost, +Nor what Physicians can do, shall be wanting; +Make use of any means or men. + +_Char._ You are noble. + [_Exeunt_ Man. Clod, _and_ Char. + +_Sulp._ Ten Colledges of Doctors shall not save her. +Her fate is in your hand. + +_Hip._ Can I restore her? + +_Sulp._ If you command my Art. + +_Hip._ I'le dye my self first. +And yet I'le go visit her, and see +This miracle of sorrow in _Arnoldo_: +And 'twere for me, I should change places with her, +And dye most happy, such a lovers tears +Were a rich monument, but too good for her, +Whose misery I glory in: come _Sulpitia_, +You shall along with me, good _Zabulon_ +Be not far off. + +_Zab._ I will attend you Madam. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Duarte, _and a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ I have serv'd you from my youth, and ever +You have found me faithful: that you live's a treasure +I'le lock up here; nor shall it be let forth, +But when you give me warrant. + +_Dua._ I rely +Upon thy faith; nay, no more protestations, +Too many of them will call that in question, +Which now I doubt not: she is there? + +_Ser._ Alone too, +But take it on my life, your entertainment, +Appearing as you are, will be but course, +For the displeasure I shall undergo +I am prepar'd. + +_Dua._ Leave me, I'le stand the hazard. [_Exit_ Servant. +The silence that's observ'd, her close retirements, +No visitants admitted, not the day; +These sable colours, all signs of true sorrow, +Or hers is deeply counterfeit. I'le look nearer, +Manners give leave--she sits upon the ground; +By heaven she weeps; my picture in her hand too; +She kisses it and weeps again. + +_Enter_ Guiomar. + +_Gui._ Who's there? + +_Dua._ There is no starting back now Madam. + +_Gui._ Ha, another murderer! I'le not protect thee, +Though I have no more Sons. + +_Dua._ Your pardon Lady, +There's no such foul fact taints me. + +_Gui._ What makes thou here then? +Where are my servants, do none but my sorrows +Attend upon me? speak, what brought thee hither? + +_Dua._ A will to give you comfort. + +_Gui._ Thou art but a man. +And 'tis beyond a humane reach to do it, +If thou could raise the dead out of their graves, +Bid time run back, make me now what I was, +A happy Mother; gladly I would hear thee, +But that's impossible. + +_Dua._ Please you but read this; +You shall know better there, why I am sent, +Than if I should deliver it. + +_Gui._ From whom comes it? + +_Dua._ That will instruct you. I suspect this stranger, +Yet she spake something that holds such alliance +With his reports; I know not what to think on't; +What a frown was there? she looks me through, & through, +Now reads again, now pauses, and now smiles; +And yet there's more of anger in't than mirth, +These are strange changes; oh I understand it, +She's full of serious thoughts. + +_Gui._ You are just, you Heavens, +And never do forget to hear their prayers, +That truly pay their vows, the defer'd vengeance, +For you, and my words sake so long defer'd, +Under which as a mountain my heart groans yet +When 'twas despair'd of, now is offer'd to me; +And if I lose it, I am both wayes guilty. +The womans mask, dissimulation help me. +Come hither friend, I am sure you know the Gentleman, +That sent these charms. + +_Dua._ Charms Lady? + +_Gui._ These charms; +I well may call them so, they've won upon me, +More than ere letter did; thou art his friend, +(The confidence he has in thee, confirms it) +And therefore I'le be open breasted to thee; +To hear of him, though yet I never saw him, +Was most desir'd of all men; let me blush, +And then I'le say I love him. + +_Dua._ All men see, +In this a womans vertue. + +_Gui._ I expected +For the courtesie I did, long since to have seen him, +And though I then forbad it, you men know, +Between our hearts and tongues there's a large distance; +But I'le excuse him, may be hitherto +He has forborn it, in respect my Son +Fell by his hand. + +_Dua._ And reason Lady. + +_Gui._ No, he did me a pleasure in't, a riotous fellow, +And with that insolent, not worth the owning; +I have indeed kept a long solemn sorrow, +For my friends sake partly; but especially +For his long absence. + +_Dua._ O the Devil. + +_Guio._ Therefore +Bid him be speedy; a Priest shall be ready +To tye the holy knot; this kiss I send him, +Deliver that and bring him. + +_Dua._ I am dumb: +A good cause I have now, and a good sword, +And something I shall do, I wait upon you. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Manuel, Charino, Arnoldo, Zenocia, _born in a chair_. 2 Doctors, +Clodio. + +_Doct._ Give her more air, she dyes else. + +_Arn._ O thou dread power, +That mad'st this all, and of thy workmanship +This virgin wife, the Master piece, look down on her; +Let her minds virtues, cloth'd in this fair garment, +That worthily deserves a better name +Than flesh and bloud, now sue, and prevail for her. +Or if those are denyed, let innocence, +To which all passages in Heaven stand open, +Appear in her white robe, before thy throne; +And mediate for her: or if this age of sin +Be worthy of a miracle, the Sun +In his diurnal progress never saw +So sweet a subject to imploy it on. + +_Man._ Wonders are ceas'd Sir, we must work by means. + +_Arno._ 'Tis true, and such reverend Physicians are; +To you thus low I fall then; so may you ever +Be stil'd the hands of Heaven, natures restorers; +Get wealth and honours; and by your success, +In all your undertakings, propagate +Your great opinion in the world, as now +You use your saving art; for know good Gentlemen, +Besides the fame, and all that I possess, +For a reward, posterity shall stand +Indebted to you, for (as Heaven forbid it) +Should my _Zenocia_ dye, robbing this age +Of all that's good or gracefull, times succeeding, +The story of her pure life not yet perfect, +Will suffer in the want of her example. + +_Doct._ Were all the world to perish with her, we +Can do no more, than what art and experience +Give us assurance of, we have us'd all means +To find the cause of her disease, yet cannot; +How should we then, promise the cure? + +_Arn._ Away, +I did bely you, when I charg'd you with +The power of doing, ye are meer names only, +And even your best perfection, accidental; +What ever malady thou art, or Spirit, +As some hold all diseases that afflict us, +As love already makes me sensible +Of half her sufferings, ease her of her part, +And let me stand the butt of thy fell malice, +And I will swear th'art mercifull. + +_Doct._ Your hand Lady; +What a strange heat is here! bring some warm water. + +_Arn._ She shall use nothing that is yours; my sorrow +Provides her of a better bath, my tears +Shall do that office. + +_Zeno._ O my best _Arnoldo_! +The truest of all lovers! I would live +Were heaven so pleas'd, but to reward your sorrow +With my true service; but since that's denied me, +May you live long and happy: do not suffer +(By your affection to me I conjure you) +My sickness to infect you; though much love +Makes you too subject to it. + +_Arn._ In this only + +_Zenocia_ wrongs her servant; can the body +Subsist, the Soul departed? 'tis as easie +As I to live without you; I am your husband, +And long have been so, though our adverse fortune, +Bandying us from one hazard to another, +Would never grant me so much happiness, +As to pay a husbands debt; despite of fortune, +In death I'le follow you, and guard mine own; +And there enjoy what here my fate forbids me. + +_Clod._ So true a sorrow, and so feelingly +Exprest, I never read of. + +_Man._ I am struck +With wonder to behold it, as with pity. + +_Char._ If you that are a stranger, suffer for them, +Being tied no further than humanity +Leads you to soft compassion; think great Sir, +What of necessity I must endure, +That am a Father? + +Hippolyta, Zabulon, _and_ Sulpitia _at the door._ + +_Zab._ Wait me there, I hold it +Unfit to have you seen; as I find cause, +You shall proceed. + +_Man._ You are welcom Lady. + +_Hip._ Sir, I come to do a charitable office, +How does the patient? + +_Clod._ You may enquire +Of more than one; for two are sick, and deadly, +He languishes in her, her health's despair'd of, +And in hers, his. + +_Hip._ 'Tis a strange spectacle, +With what a patience they sit unmov'd! +Are they not dead already? + +_Doct._ By her pulse, +She cannot last a day. + +_Arn._ Oh by that summons, +I know my time too! + +_Hip._ Look to the man. + +_Clod._ Apply +Your Art, to save the Lady, preserve her, +A town is your reward. + +_Hip. I'le treble it, +In ready gold, if you restore _Arnoldo_; +For in his death I dye too. + +_Clod._ Without her +I am no more. + +_Arn._ Are you there Madam? now +You may feast on my miseries; my coldness +In answering your affections, or hardness, +Give it what name you please, you are reveng'd of, +For now you may perceive, our thred of life +Was spun together, and the poor _Arnoldo_ +Made only to enjoy the best _Zenocia_, +And not to serve the use of any other; +And in that she may equal; my Lord _Clodio_ +Had long since else enjoyed her, nor could I +Have been so blind, as not to see your great +And many excellencies far, far beyond +Or my deservings, or my hopes; we are now +Going our latest journey, and together, +Our only comfort we desire, pray give it, +Your charity to our ashes, such we must be, +And not to curse our memories. + +_Hip._ I am much mov'd. + +_Clod._ I am wholly overcome, all love to women +Farewell for ever; ere you dye, your pardon; +And yours Sir; had she many years to live, +Perhaps I might look on her, as a Brother, +But as a lover never; and since all +Your sad misfortunes had original +From the barbarous Custom practis'd in my Country, +Heaven witness, for your sake I here release it; +So to your memory, chaste Wives and Virgins +Shall ever pay their vowes. I give her to you; +And wish, she were so now, as when my lust +Forc'd you to quit the Country. + +_Hip._ It is in vain +To strive with destiny, here my dotage ends, +Look up _Zenocia_, health in me speaks to you; +She gives him to you, that by divers ways, +So long has kept him from you: and repent not, +That you were once my servant, for which health +In recompence of what I made you suffer, +The hundred thousand Crowns, the City owes me, +Shall be your dower. + +_Man._ 'Tis a magnificent gift, +Had it been timely given. + +_Hip._ It is believe it, _Sulpitia_. + +_Enter a_ Servant, _and_ Sulpitia. + +_Sulp._ Madam. + +_Hip._ Quick, undoe the charm; +Ask not a reason why; let it suffice, +It is my will. + +_Sulp._ Which I obey and gladly. [_Exit._ + +_Man._ Is to be married, sayest thou? + +_Ser._ So she sayes Sir, +And does desire your presence. [_They are born off in chairs._ + +_Man._ And tell her I'le come. + +_Hip._ Pray carry them to their rest; for though already, +They do appear as dead, let my life pay for't, +If they recover not. + +_Man._ What you have warranted, +Assure your self, will be expected from you; +Look to them carefully; and till the tryal,-- + +_Hip._ Which shall not be above four hours. + +_Man._ Let me +Intreat your companies: there is something +Of weight invites me hence. + +_All._ We'll wait upon you. [_Exeunt._ + +_Enter_ Guiomar, _and_ Servants. + +_Guio._ You understand what my directions are, +And what they guide you to; the faithfull promise +You have made me all. + +_All._ We do and will perform it. + +_Guio._ The Governour will not fail to be here presently; +Retire a while, till you shall find occasion, +And bring me word, when they arrive. + +_All._ Wee shall Madam. + +_Guio._ Only stay you to entertain. + +_1 Ser._ I am ready. + +_Guio._ I wonder at the bold, and practis'd malice, +Men ever have o' foot against our honours, +That nothing we can do, never so vertuous, +No shape put on so pious, no not think +What a good is, be that good ne're so noble, +Never so laden with admir'd example, +But still we end in lust; our aims, our actions, +Nay, even our charities, with lust are branded; +Why should this stranger else, this wretched stranger, +Whose life I sav'd at what dear price sticks here yet, +Why should he hope? he was not here an hour, +And certainly in that time, I may swear it +I gave him no loose look, I had no reason; +Unless my tears were flames, my curses courtships; +The killing of my Son, a kindness to me. +Why should he send to me, or with what safety +(Examining the ruine he had wrought me) +Though at that time, my pious pity found him, +And my word fixt; I am troubled, strongly troubled. + +_Enter a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ The Gentlemen are come. + +_Guio._ Then bid 'em welcome--I must retire. [_Exit._ + +_Enter_ Rutilio, _and_ Duarte. + +_Ser._ You are welcom Gentlemen. + +_Rut._ I thank you friend, I would speak with your Lady. + +_Ser._ I'le let her understand. + +_Rut._ It shall befit you. +How do I look Sir, in this handsome trim? [_Exit_ Servant. +Me thinks I am wondrous brave. + +_Duar._ You are very decent. + +_Rut._ These by themselves, without more helps of nature, +Would set a woman hard; I know 'em all, +And where their first aims light; I'le lay my head on't, +I'le take her eye, as soon as she looks on me, +And if I come to speak once, woe be to her, +I have her in a nooze, she cannot scape me; +I have their several lasts. + +_Dua._ You are throughly studied, +But tell me Sir, being unacquainted with her, +As you confess you are-- + +_Rut._ That's not an hours work, +I'le make a Nun forget her beads in two hours. + +_Dua._ She being set in years, next none of those lusters +Appearing in her eye, that warm the fancy; +Nor nothing in her face, but handsom ruines. + +_Rut._ I love old stories: those live believ'd, Authentique, +When 20. of your modern faces are call'd in, +For new opinion, paintings, and corruptions; +Give me an old confirm'd face; besides she sav'd me, +She sav'd my life, have I not cause to love her? +She's rich and of a constant state, a fair one, +Have I not cause to wooe her? I have tryed sufficient +All your young Phillies, I think this back has try'd 'em, +And smarted for it too: they run away with me, +Take bitt between the teeth, and play the Devils; +A staied pace now becomes my years; a sure one, +Where I may sit and crack no girths. + +_Dua._ How miserable, +If my Mother should confirm, what I suspect now, +Beyond all humane cure were my condition! +Then I shall wish, this body had been so too. +Here comes the Lady Sir. + +_Enter_ Guiomar. + +_Rut._ Excellent Lady, +To shew I am a creature, bound to your service, +And only yours-- + +_Guio._ Keep at that distance Sir; +For if you stir-- + +_Rut._ I am obedient. +She has found already, I am for her turn; +With what a greedy hawks eye she beholds me! +Mark how she musters all my parts. + +_Guio._ A goodly Gentleman, +Of a more manly set, I never look'd on. + +_Rut._ Mark, mark her eyes still; mark but the carriage of 'em. + +_Guio._ How happy am I now, since my Son fell, +He fell not by a base unnoble hand! +As that still troubled me; how far more happy +Shall my revenge be, since the Sacrifice, +I offer to his grave, shall be both worthy +A Sons untimely loss, and a Mothers sorrow! + +_Rut._ Sir, I am made believe it; she is mine own, +I told you what a spell I carried with me, +All this time does she spend in contemplation +Of that unmatch'd delight: I shall be thankfull to ye; +And if you please to know my house, to use it; +To take it for your own. + +_Guio._ Who waits without there? + +_Enter_ Guard, _and_ Servants, _they seize upon_ Rut. _and bind him._ + +_Rut._ How now? what means this, Lady? + +_Guio._ Bind him fast. + +_Rut._ Are these the bride-laces you prepare for me? +The colours that you give? + +_Dua._ Fye Gentle Lady, +This is not noble dealing. + +_Guio._ Be you satisfied, +I[t] seems you are a stranger to this meaning, +You shall not be so long. + +_Rut._ Do you call this wooing--Is there no end of womens persecutions? +Must I needs fool into mine own destruction? +Have I not had fair warnings, and enough too? +Still pick the Devils teeth? you are not mad Lady; +Do I come fairly, and like a Gentleman, +To offer you that honour? + +_Guio._ You are deceiv'd Sir, +You come besotted, to your own destruction: +I sent not for you; what honour can ye add to me, +That brake that staff of honour, my age lean'd on? +That rob'd me of that right, made me a Mother? +Hear me thou wretched man, hear me with terrour, +And let thine own bold folly shake thy Soul, +Hear me pronounce thy death, that now hangs o're thee, +Thou desperate fool; who bad thee seek this ruine? +What mad unmanly fate, made thee discover +Thy cursed face to me again? was't not enough +To have the fair protection of my house, +When misery and justice close pursued thee? +When thine own bloudy sword, cryed out against thee, +Hatcht in the life of him? yet I forgave thee. +My hospitable word, even when I saw +The goodliest branch of all my blood lopt from me, +Did I not seal still to thee? + +_Rut._ I am gone. + +_Guio._ And when thou went'st, to Imp thy miserie, +Did I not give thee means? but hark ungratefull, +Was it not thus? to hide thy face and fly me? +To keep thy name for ever from my memory? +Thy cursed blood and kindred? did I not swear then, +If ever, (in this wretched life thou hast left me, +Short and unfortunate,) I saw thee again, +Or came but to the knowledge, where thou wandredst, +To call my vow back, and pursue with vengeance +With all the miseries a Mother suffers? + +_Rut._ I was born to be hang'd, there's no avoiding it. + +_Guio._ And dar'st thou with this impudence appear here? +Walk like the winding sheet my Son was put in, +Stand with those wounds? + +_Dua._ I am happy now again; +Happy the hour I fell, to find a Mother, +So pious, good, and excellent in sorrows. + +_Enter a_ Servant. + +_Ser._ The Governour's come in. + +_Guio._ O let him enter. + +_Rut._ I have fool'd my self a fair thred of all my fortunes, +This strikes me most; not that I fear to perish, +But that this unmannerly boldness has brought me to it. + +_Enter_ Governour, Clodio, Charino. + +_Gov._ Are these fit preparations for a wedding Lady? +I came prepar'd a guest. + +_Guio._ O give me justice; +As ever you will leave a vertuous name, +Do justice, justice, Sir. + +_Gove._ You need not ask it, +I am bound to it. + +_Guio._ Justice upon this man +That kill'd my Son. + +_Gove._ Do you confess the act? + +_Rut._ Yes Sir. + +_Clod._ _Rutilio_? + +_Char._ 'Tis the same. + +_Clod._ How fell he thus? +Here will be sorrow for the good _Arnoldo_. + +_Gove._ Take heed Sir what you say. + +_Rut._ I have weigh'd it well, +I am the man, nor is it life I start at; +Only I am unhappy I am poor, +Poor in expence of lives, there I am wretched, +That I have not two lives lent me for his sacrifice; +One for her Son, another for her sorrows. +Excellent Lady, now rejoyce again, +For though I cannot think, y'are pleas'd in blood, +Nor with that greedy thirst pursue your vengeance; +The tenderness, even in those tears denies that; +Yet let the world believe, you lov'd _Duarte_; +The unmatcht courtesies you have done my miseries; +Without this forfeit to the law, would charge me +To tender you this life, and proud 'twould please you. + +_Guio._ Shall I have justice? + +_Gover._ Yes. + +_Rut._ I'le ask it for ye, +I'le follow it my self, against my self. +Sir, 'Tis most fit I dye; dispatch it quickly, +The monstrous burthen of that grief she labours with +Will kill her else, then blood on blood lyes on me; +Had I a thousand lives, I'd give 'em all, +Before I would draw one tear more from that vertue. + +_Guio._ Be not too cruel Sir, and yet his bold sword-- +But his life cannot restore that, he's a man too-- +Of a fair promise, but alas my Son's dead; +If I have justice, must it kill him? + +_Gov._ Yes. + +_Guio._ If I have not, it kills me, strong and goodly! +Why should he perish too? + +_Gover._ It lies in your power, +You only may accuse him, or may quit him. + +_Clod._ Be there no other witnesses? + +_Guio._ Not any. +And if I save him, will not the world proclaim, +I have forgot a Son, to save a murderer? +And yet he looks not like one, he looks manly. + +_Hip._ Pity so brave a Gentleman should perish. +She cannot be so hard, so cruel hearted. + +_Guio._ Will you pronounce? yet stay a little Sir. + +_Rut._ Rid your self, Lady, of this misery; +And let me go, I do but breed more tempests, +With which you are already too much shaken. + +_Guio._ Do now, pronounce; I will not hear. + +_Dua._ You shall not, +Yet turn and see good Madam. + +_Gove._ Do not wonder. +'Tis he, restor'd again, thank the good Doctor, +Pray do not stand amaz'd, it is _Duarte_; +Is well, is safe again. + +_Guio._ O my sweet Son, +I will not press my wonder now with questions-- +Sir, I am sorry for that cruelty, +I urg'd against you. + +_Rut._ Madam, it was but justice. + +_Dua._ 'Tis [t]rue, the Doctor heal'd this body again, +But this man heal'd my soul, made my minde perfect, +The good sharp lessons his sword read to me, sav'd me; +For which, if you lov'd me, dear Mother, +Honour and love this man. + +_Guio._ You sent this letter? + +_Rut._ My boldness makes me blush now. + +_Guio._ I'le wipe off that, +And with this kiss, I take you for my husband, +Your wooing's done Sir; I believe you love me, +And that's the wealth I look for now. + +_Rut._ You have it. + +_Dua._ You have ended my desire to all my wishes. + +_Gov._ Now 'tis a wedding again. And if _Hippolyta_ +Make good, what with the hazard of her life, +She undertook, the evening will set clear + +_Enter_ Hippolyta, _leading_ Leopold, Arnoldo, Zenocia, _in either hand_, +Zabulon, Sulpitia. + +After a stormy day. + +_Char._ Here comes the Lady. + +_Clod._ With fair _Zenocia_, +Health with life again +Restor'd unto her. + +_Zen._ The gift of her goodness. + +_Rut._ Let us embrace, I am of your order too, +And though I once despair'd of women, now +I find they relish much of Scorpions, +For both have stings, and both can hurt, and cure too; +But what have been your fortunes? + +_Arn._ Wee'l defer +Our story, and at time more fit, relate it. +Now all that reverence vertue, and in that +_Zenocias_ constancy, and perfect love, +Or for her sake _Arnoldo_, join with us +In th' honour of this Lady. + +_Char._ She deserves it. + +_Hip._ _Hippolytas_ life shall make that good hereafter, +Nor will I alone better my self but others: +For these whose wants perhaps have made their actions +Not altogether innocent, shall from me +Be so supplied, that need shall not compel them, +To any course of life, but what the law +Shall give allowance to. + +_Zab._ _Sulpitia_, Your Ladiships creatures. + +_Rut._ Be so, and no more you man-huckster. + +_Hip._ And worthy _Leopold_, you that with such fervour, +So long have sought me, and in that deserv'd me, +Shall now find full reward for all your travels, +Which you have made more dear by patient sufferance. +And though my violent dotage did transport me, +Beyond those bounds, my modesty should have kept in, +Though my desires were loose, from unchast art +Heaven knows I am free. + +_Leop._ The thought of that's dead to me; +I gladly take your offer. + +_Rut._ Do so Sir, +A piece of crackt gold ever will weigh down +Silver that's whole. + +_Gov._ You shall be all my guests, +I must not be denyed. + +_Arn._ Come my _Zenocia_. +Our bark at length has found a quiet harbour; +And the unspotted progress of our loves +Ends not alone in safety, but reward, +To instruct others, by our fair example; +That though good purposes are long withstood, +The hand of Heaven still guides such as are good. + + [_Ex. omnes._ + + * * * * * + + + +The Prologue. + +_So free this work is, Gentlemen, from offence, +That we are confident, it needs no defence +From us, or from the Poets--we dare look +On any man, that brings his Table-book +To write down, what again he may repeat +At some great Table, to deserve his meat. +Let such come swell'd with malice, to apply +What is mirth here, there for an injurie. +Nor Lord, nor Lady we have tax'd; nor State, +Nor any private person, their poor hate +Will be starved here, for envy shall not finde +One touch that may be wrested to her minde. +And yet despair not, Gentlemen, The play +Is quick and witty; so the Poets say, +And we believe them; the plot neat, and new, +Fashion'd like those, that are approv'd by you. +Only 'twill crave attention, in the most; +Because one point unmarked, the whole is lost. +Hear first then, and judge after, and be free, +And as our cause is, let our censure be._ + + + + +Epilogue. + + +_Why there should be an Epilogue to a play, +I know no cause: the old and usuall way, +For which they were made, was to entreat the grace +Of such as were spectators in this place, +And time, 'tis to no purpose; for I know +What you resolve already to bestow, +Will not be alter'd, what so e're I say, +In the behalf of us, and of the Play; +Only to quit our doubts, if you think fit, +You may, or cry it up, or silence it._ + + + + +Another Prologue for the Custom of the Country. + +_We wish, if it were possible, you knew + What we would give for this nights look, if new. +It being our ambition to delight + Our kind spectators with what's good, and right. +Yet so far know, and credit me, 'twas made + By such, as were held work-men in their Trade, +At a time too, when they as I divine, + Were truly merrie, and drank lusty wine, +The nectar of the Muses; Some are here + I dare presume, to whom it did appear +A well-drawn piece, which gave a lawfull birth + To passionate Scenes mixt with no vulgar mirth. +But unto such to whom 'tis known by fame + From others, perhaps only by the name, +I am a suitor, that they would prepare + Sound palats, and then judge their bill of fare. +It were injustice to decry this now + For being like'd before, you may allow +(Your candor safe) what's taught in the old schools, + All such as liv'd before you, were not fools._ + + + + +The Epilogue. + +_I spake much in the Prologue for the Play, + To its desert I hope, yet you might say +Should I change now from that, which then was meant, + Or in a syllable grow less confident, +I were weak-hearted. I am still the same + In my opinion, and forbear to frame +Qualification, or excuse: If you + Concur with me, and hold my judgement true, +Shew it with any sign, and from this place, + Or send me off exploded, or with grace._ + + + + +THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY. + +A = The First Folio. + +p. 302, +l. 2. A _omits_ Lists of Persons Represented in the Play + and of principal Actors. +l. 49. Second Folio _misprints_] Arnolda. + +p. 303, +l. 5. A] And that. +l. 17. A] a conscience. +l. 21. A] Customes. +l. 24. A] In the world. + +p. 304, +l. 25. A] it can. +l. 36. A] I A dainty wench. +l. 37. A _omits_] I. + +p. 305, +l. 3. Second Folio _misprints_] yon. +l. 11. A] wilde minde. +l. 24. A] a heritage. + +p. 306, +l. 14. A] De'e doubt tis day now. +l. 15. A] pulses. + +p. 307, +l. 32. A] This rogue that breaks. + +p. 308, +l. 7. A] speake. + +p. 311, +l. 31. A] alarums. + +p. 312, +l. 14. A] this marring. +l. 15. A] sheckles. +ll. 26-28. A adds in the margin] _Boy ready for the songs._ + +p. 313, +l. 13. A] But such a ransome. +ll. 28 and 29. A _adds_ marginal stage-direction] + _Bowle of wine ready._ +l. 31. A] And blushing and unloose. + +p. 314, +l. 39. A] alarums. +ll. 7 and 9. Second Folio] Arn. + +p. 316, +l. 2. A] Pompean. +l. 19. A] Ile ha' your life. +l. 20. A prints this line as part of Charino's speech. + +p. 317, +l. 8. A _omits_] A. +l. 23. A _omits_] o're. + +p. 319, +l. 8. A] Lisborne. + +p. 321, +l. 21. A] renders. +l. 35. A] Lisborne. + +p. 322, +l. 14. A] aboord. +l. 15. A] Yet my disguise. +l. 30. A] the contempt. + +p. 325, +l. 10. A] And he in Lisbon. +ll. 22-26. This speech is printed in A as a continuation of + Arnoldo's. + +p. 326, +ll. 18 and 19. A _adds_ in the margin] Tapers ready. +l. 20. A] so, like a Turke. +l. 26. Second Folio _misprints_] Of what. +l. 34. Second Folio _misprints_] embace. + +p. 327, +ll. 2-10. A gives all these lines to Rutilio. + +p. 328, +ll. 5 and 6. A _adds_ in margin] Lights ready. +l. 33. A _omits_] Fight. +l. 35. A _omits_] Falls. +l. 38. Second Folio _misprints_] Governous. + +p. 329, +l. 4. A _omits_] 1. + +p. 331, +l. 30. A prints marginal direction] Hold a purse ready. + +p. 333, +l. 14. In A the words 'my state would rather ask a curse' + are printed by mistake between ll. 16 and 17. +l. 23. A] sight. +l. 30. A] her Chamber. + +p. 334. +l. 17. A] but to a fortune. +l. 21. A] bucket. +l. 39. A prints the marginal direction (Musicke) + at the end of the following line. + +p. 335, +l. 1. A _omits_] 1. +l. 19. A] strike indeed. + +p. 336, +l. 1. A] attend her. + +p. 341, +ll. 14-16. A by mistake gives these lines as a continuation of + Sulpicia's speech. +l. 33. A] beaten off. + +p. 342, +l. 23. A] blow that part. + +p. 344, +l. 12. A] affection. + +p. 345, +l. 33. A] give that. + +p. 346, +l. 4. A] may cease. + +p. 350, +l. 18. A] a larum. + +p. 352, +l. 5. A] had. +l. 13. Second Folio _misprints_] Portual. + +p. 353, +l. 29. A _omits_] will. + +p. 354, +l. 25. Second Folio] comanded. + +p. 358, +l. 31. A] angers. + +p. 359, +l. 13. Second Folio] you. +l. 25 and 26. A transposes these lines. +l. 26. A _omits_] not. + +p. 361, +l. 10. A] hopes. Lords againe. +l. 38. A _omits_] and. + +p. 365, +l. 27. A] it will not hold. +l. 33. A] lost me an. +l. 34. Second Folio _misprints_] strengthing. +l. 39. A] a dores. + +p. 367, +l. 4. A] adventure. +1. 20. Second Folio _misprints_] unwhosom. + +p. 368, +l. 38. Second Folio _misprints_] To may you. + +p. 369, +l. 27. A _omits_] do. +l. 28. A] maugre. + +p. 371, +l. 9. A] sorrowes. +l. 27. A _omits_] and. + +p. 372, +l. 18. A] visitance. + +p. 373, +l. 3. A] but to read. + +p. 375, +l. 11. A] Gives. + +p. 376, +l. 2. A] banding. + +p. 379, +l. 1. A] a foote. +l. 9. A] stick. +l. 23. A] welcome home, Gentlemen. + +p. 380, +l. 36. A] eye. + +p. 381, +l. 19. Second Folio] If. + +p. 383, +l. 13. A] Doore in. + +p. 384, +l. 25. Second Folio _misprints_] rrue. + +P. 387, +l. 13. A _adds_] For my Soune Clarke. + + +END OF VOL. I. + +CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY JOHN CLAY, M.A. AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS. + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (1 of 10) +- The Custom of the Country, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher +Edited by Arnold Glover + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BEAUMONT & FLETCHER V1 *** + +***** This file should be named 12039.txt or 12039.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/1/2/0/3/12039/ + +Produced by Jonathan Ingram, Jonathan Ingram, Charles M. 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